My Sister Was a "Child Prodigy," So I Let Her Ruin Her Own Life

My sister was a child prodigy. She started talking at six months and could recite the multiplication tables up to twelve backwards by age four.

My whole family treated her like a precious treasure.

As the older sister, I advised our parents: "Talent only takes you so far; hard work and education are just as important."

But they thought I was just jealous of her.

Because of my diligence, my teachers loved me. My sister, on the other hand, slacked off and was frequently called into the principal's office.

Over time, she grew to resent me and eventually killed me in a deliberate hit-and-run.