I spent years looking down on my older sister because she cleaned houses, wore inexpensive clothes, and struggled with bills. I believed I was smarter and destined for a better future, while I felt embarrassed by her. When I was accepted into university, she called to congratulate me, saying, “I always knew you could do it. I’m so proud of you!” Instead of appreciating her support, I cruelly responded, “Go clean toilets. That’s all you’re good at.” She quietly ended the call, and I never apologized.

Three months ago, she unexpectedly passed away. At her funeral, I heard people speak about her kindness and generosity. Her coworkers remembered how she constantly helped others, even when she had very little herself. Overwhelmed with guilt, I began remembering how poorly I had treated the person who always supported me.

After the funeral, my aunt revealed a secret about our grandmother’s inheritance. There had only been enough money to pay for one grandchild’s education. My sister had actually been accepted into a prestigious law school, but she gave up her place so I could attend university instead.

“She believed in you more than anyone,” my aunt whispered. My sister had asked the family to keep her sacrifice secret because she never wanted me to feel guilty. She was genuinely happy with every achievement I made, even though it meant putting her own dreams aside.

Now I study law in her memory, knowing I can never thank her or apologize for my cruel words. The sister I once considered beneath me was actually the person who made my future possible. I will always regret failing to recognize her love and sacrifice while she was still alive.