"'Selfish'—the only proper word to describe me... That's what they always say."
But what does selfish even mean? I thought everyone was selfish in their own way. Am I selfish? Why am I selfish? Does selfish even exist?
As I open my eyes, my head is already flooded with questions.
"Shit. I'm still alive."
"Mingala, mingala! Wake up!" my cousin calls, like always. "We have work to do!"
No, buddy—you have work to do, I think, but I don't say it out loud. Why? Because I'm not selfish… right?
In my opinion, I'm a very kind-hearted person.
Anyway, after waking me up, he rushes down to the kitchen. He should—there's going to be an electric outage at 9 a.m.
That's just how it is. We've lived like this for half a decade.
I rush to the restroom—of course I had to. My bladder's so full it could probably flood the entire city.
God, why am I always thinking about these things? I guess my brain really is full of shit.
Walking out, I start rethinking my whole life. "I wish I could restart everything..."
"Everyone does," my cousin shouts back.
After that depressing little existential crisis, I start doing my task: chopping vegetables.
Funny how I'm never lazy with this stuff. It feels like my responsibility—after all, I'm living in their flat.
He finishes his work and helps me. He should—because I'm his cute little sister.
Wait... does that make me selfish again?
No. Absolutely not. I have the heart of an angel.
He starts a conversation. "You're going to apply for your ID, right?"
"Yes," I reply.
"Then you should get a blood type checkup."
Thank you, genius brother. I totally didn't know that—the most obvious thing ever.
"But I'm scared. What if my blood type is coal?"
Honestly, I don't want to have coal blood. Iron or copper would be better. But if I could choose—I'd want gold.
Blood types… I mean, who even believes in that stuff? Zodiac signs are way more interesting to me. Yes, I gaslight myself.
Still, I know how important it is in this society.
Even if I don't have iron blood, I hope my little brother does. He's such a weak boy.
"God, I miss Zuu!" I yell.
"No you don't. You always bullied him!" my cousin yells back.
"Wait—you don't know anything! I'm the one who got bullied, okay?"
Back to blood types...
We all have blood in our bodies, right? We need it to survive.
And now? That same blood decides our place in society.