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My neighbor's child is critically ill, and my mother insists that I donate a kidney.
I have been weak, sickly, and malnourished since I was young - even a simple blood test can take a toll on my health.
My mother's answer was chilling: 'Why should I care about your life or death? Savannah is my true daughter!'
Later on, I discovered the truth of the matter. When I was born, my mother exchanged me with our wealthy neighbor's baby girl.
I watched helplessly as my mother signed the surgical consent form.
But that's not enough.
My father tied me to the operating table with a rope, while my brother picked up the surgical knife himself.
I couldn't resist and desperately made one final request: to do a DNA test with my mother.
She agreed, perhaps thinking that this was the only way to keep me quiet.
However, after the surgery, I became infected and lost all my memories.
But my dear mother has gone crazy.

The Kidney Swap Conspiracy

Each day, Mother sat outside, gazing at me through the quarantine window. She refused to budge, despite numerous attempts to persuade her away. Her appearance deteriorated, her countenance hollow, her form frail.


Father visited occasionally, but I feigned ignorance of his presence. The instant he entered, I'd turn my back, refusing to recognize him.


James? He hadn't shown up since the day he left abruptly to repeat the genetic test.


Time passed slowly, and eventually, I was well enough to be transferred to a standard hospital room.


This gave Mother her opportunity to see me.


As evening fell, I was adjusting the motorized window for some fresh air. Mother crept in, eager to assist, pushing the window wider before quietly taking a seat by my bed.


The quietness persisted until sunset. At last, she spoke, her tone uncertain and wary.


"Jessica... are you feeling peckish? Shall I fetch you something?"


Chapter 7