After the whole family left me sick, I knew they were the richest.

The moment my skin started tearing and bleeding relentlessly, that's when my dad discovered Mom carried the Butterfly Disease gene.

My dad, who treated my illness like a plague, stormed off with my healthy sister, leaving me behind.

At least Mom was incredibly sympathetic towards me. She carefully padded every sharp edge in the house, staying by my side every single second.

But a week later, she couldn't overcome her hemophobia. She vanished, abandoning me just as I was starting to hope again.