Revenge Is A Daughter's Sweetest Dish

The first time I died, it was from a cancer my mother couldn' t afford. My father, who had left us for his wealthy mistress, refused to pay for my treatment.

In a desperate attempt to save me, my mother tried to sell her kidney on the black market. She was scammed and left to die in an alley.

She died of an infection a week before I finally succumbed to the cancer, alone in a hospital bed.

I' ll never forget him telling my begging mother that his new family had expenses, handing her a few hundred dollars as if she were trash.

Then, I opened my eyes. I was fourteen again, healthy, watching the divorce happen all over again.

My father looked at me, expecting me to choose my mother.

"Blake," he said, "you' ll have to choose who you want to live with."

I remembered the hunger, the cold, and my mother' s broken body. I met her tear-filled eyes, my own heart shattering.

"I choose Dad."