raw seafood. After she got pregnant, she
sn't a baby but a
crawl out from under Emil
Emily to the hospi
-long worm from her belly, a
of a grandson. My brother Kenneth Miller
e to swallow
rms, burrowing into my organs. My int
gain, I was back on the
t their bedro
ck white head poked out fro
, more of its pale
made my sk
my organs, the pain of my ruptur
ing a scream, and gently clos
ze. My mom stood in the
art pounding, unsure
ren't you asleep? What
"I saw Kenneth's door open. Didn't want
ense." My mom shot me a look
bed and collapsed, t
up inland, she c
petite surged. She devoured
ooned, but her
cted it wasn't a baby but a giant worm
all the nutrients! Are you jealous I'm carryi
a jinx, and made me transfer five thou
e worm crawl out fro
d, and dragged Emil
hree-foot worm and co
ly and her ability
e, saying my bad luck turn
aid I cost them
imy worm and for
so you'll eat ever
ess tiny ones, tearing thro
e me to the hospital
a room, and let worms crawl
oughts back an
so badly, they could
ssive bowl of raw seaf
ant, her belly looked bigger than
afood with her hands, st
wn her chin. I recalled
e bowl w
frown, Emi
s my son's thriving? Gonna c
u little wretch! How dare you curse my grandson! Kneel and apologiz
owered, ready to poun
in raised, smirking as she
family." The more I spoke, the higher Emily's chin lifted. "I was clueless before. I looked it up, and raw seafood's packed with n
a hungr
tectively. "No way! My son needs
ng! You think you deserve my grandson's f
earns anything, eyeing my son's food. Better marry her
and my help but had the nerv
friend of mine opened a seafood shop. Knowing Emily loves it, I o
mom, Kenneth, and E
k, and Emily was pregnant. They lived off my
ung, and Emily ne
my hands with a smile. "That's my girl, knowing s
slipped on my
ing heaps of discounted
ted friend, I sc
agged a cartload
ou slowpoke! Where've you been fooling around? Emily's w
d high with seafood. "It was a bit far,
dened, forgettin
"I got extra so
swallow
I had seen them dr
actically glowed with gr
g. "Quick, make it!
seafood on the table. My dad
son loves it. He's got taste already
red at me. "You lazy thing, make
ing out bowl
touched any and asked.
ly. "It looks like a lot, but it'll run out. Th
about me knowing my place, and went ba
, juices splatterin
eafood teemed
e more, th
so badly, they coul