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I was born with a severe peanut allergy. Even the slightest exposure could make my throat swell shut and suffocate me. But my parents thought it was a lie I told to avoid their cooking. That day, they prepared a whole tableful of dishes with chopped peanuts and peanut butter to "correct" my bad habit. Dad slammed his hand on the table to make me eat. Mom wiped away tears and accused me of being an ungrateful daughter. I explained, begged, and even showed them my medical records. Mom still insisted I was faking. She secretly added peanut oil and peanut powder to every dish that followed. As my throat closed up, I stumbled and crawled back to the study for my epinephrine auto-injector. My fingers had barely touched it when my younger sister, Kelsey Holloway, kicked it into the drain in the hallway. Then she locked the study's metal door from the outside. Through the cold door, I heard her wheedling voice. "Paige is such an actress. Mom worked so hard on that beef stew in peanut sauce, and it smelled amazing. She still pretended it made her want to throw up." She clapped her hands as though dusting them off. "Mom, Dad, don't let her fool you. That plastic pen isn't lifesaving medicine. I looked it up. It's just a stress toy. She's trying to scare you!" Mom threw her apron to the floor. "I knew it! She's spent all these years finding ways to defy us! She is such an ungrateful leech! I do everything for her, and she keeps pretending she's going to die just to upset me!" Dad comforted her, then said coldly, "Leave her locked in there. Nobody opens that door. She can stay there and think about what she's done!" I had used the last of my strength to pound on the door. Now my hand slid helplessly down it. This time, I would never have to endure that deadly "mother's love" again.