My Mother’s Scorecard: When My Points Hit Zero, I Chose To Die

I Turned the Scorecard on My Mother

During the gas leak explosion, Mom only carried my sleeping little sister out.

Left behind in the inferno, I suffered third-degree burns across my entire body, clinging to life in the ICU.

To decide whether I was worth the hospital bills, Mom started a scorecard.

A total of one hundred points.

Can’t dress herself: minus one point.

Can only stare blankly: minus one point.

Within three months, she deducted all one hundred points.

With tears in her eyes, she signed the order and pulled the plug on my ventilator.