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474words2026-01-26 09:16

My Sister Believed Our Nephew Was Blessed.Her Delusion Cost Everything
In my previous life, my nephew Mason was diagnosed with cataracts.
My sister Miranda,swayed by a spiritual healer,believed he was a soul blessed by the divinedestined to gain divine sight.

I warned her not to be superstitious, took them to the county hospital, and ensured that Mason received treatment.
His vision was restored.
But Miranda thought I was jealous of his“destiny,”accusing me of banishing his supernatural vision.
She grew to hate me.When I was hospitalized after a car accident,she pulled out my oxygen tube.
This time,I’m back at the moment we visited the healer.
When Miranda asked my opinion,I said,“If Mason’s a blessed soul,you’d better hold tight to that gift.”

I opened my eyes and found myself back on the day when Miranda dragged Mason to Mama Bess's dilapidated cabin.
Miranda,gripping Mason’s hand,pleaded,“Mama Bess,look at my boy’s eyes—there’s a white patch.What’s wrong?”
Mama Bess,the town’s aging spiritual healer with a face creased like old leather, ambled over.Her cloudy eyes studied Mason’s face closely.
“This boy’s a blessed soul,”she declared.“That white in his eyes?It’s a sign he’s about to awaken divine sight.”

Miranda’s eyes widened.She grabbed Bess by the shoulders and shook her.“Really?You mean my Mason was holy in a past life?”
Last life,I’d grabbed Miranda’s arm here,telling her it was nonsense—no such thing as divine souls.
I urged her not to be conned.
Miranda,though annoyed,stayed quiet then.Days later,I took Mason to the county hospital.The doctor diagnosed cataracts—treatable,caught early.Mason’s sight was saved.
I paid for the surgery and hospital stay.
But Miranda,influenced by Bess,believed I was envious of Mason’s“holy fate”and had driven out his sacred spirit.
She despised me and hired someone to hit me with a car. I barely survived, thanks to a passerby who saved me.
While I lay in the hospital,she pulled my oxygen tube,leaving me to die silently.
Suppressing my anger, I forced a smile.“So Mason’s a blessed soul?No wonder he’s so special.”
“Miranda,you’ve got to seize this blessing.”
Is he a soul blessed by the divine or a sick child? Without my help this time, I'll see what happens to my “holy” nephew.
Miranda,half-doubting before,beamed at my words,her ego soaring.
She gave me a smug glance,then turned to Bess.“Mama,if Mason’s holy,what do we do next?”
Bess,unruffled,glided to her cluttered desk,scribbling on paper,gesturing wildly as if performing a spell.
I leaned against the doorframe,watching the fraud work.
Soon,Bess handed Miranda a stack of yellow charm papers.“Burn these,mix the ashes in water,and have your boy drink it.His sight will awaken soon.”
Miranda,thrilled,hesitated.“Mama,how much?You know we’re not well-off…”
Bess glanced at her.“Since he’s a blessed soul and you came to me,it’s fate.With his holy spirit,he’ll do great things.Thirty charms—$3,000.A discount,for my good deed.”
I stifled a laugh.Good deed?Her sales pitch smacked of a used-car salesman’s tactics.
Yet Miranda,the fool,believed it,wincing but paying up.