They Lost Me the Day They Broke the Wishing Willow

.On my eighteenth birthday, I received a Wishing Willow. My father and mother were beside themselves with excitement. They wanted to wish for my dead sister Chloe to return to this world. My face went pale. I pointed at the rules printed on the packaging. "According to the rules, making a wish requires an equal exchange of value..." But they just scolded me, dissatisfied. "If Chloe hadn't died, you never would have been born." "You've been living in your sister's room all these years, using everything that was hers. You owe her." Even my fiancé Damian took my hand and said: "I looked into the Wishing Willow. The cost won't be that great." "Chloe and I grew up together. She's your sister too. Don't you want her to come back?" In the end, the Wishing Willow was snapped in two. They all received the same text message at the same time: In three days, Chloe will return to this world. My parents wept with joy. For the first time, my mother gently patted my head—the way she used to caress my sister in old videos. "Vivian, be a good girl. Once your sister is back, we'll make it up to you." But they didn't know what my text message said— As the price for Chloe's return, In three days, Vivian will disappear from this world forever.