The Monster They Made Me

I was a product of science, a test-tube baby born after years of struggle. My brother, Anthony, was a miracle of nature—conceived effortlessly seven years later. The difference in our origins defined our existence.

Anthony was born with a terrified soul, especially when it came to insects. If a fly even landed near him, he would dance around me in a panic, begging for salvation.

"Sis! Sis! Get it off! Help me!"

His terror was my entertainment. I clutched my stomach, laughing at his frantic flailing and comical expressions.

The laughter died instantly.