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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

As they ushered her from the room, I heard her completely lose control. Her sobs reverberated through the corridor, broken and hopeless.


She crumpled to the ground in the corner, her face to the wall, and began knocking her head against it, pleading to any deity that might hear.


My father stood close by, appearing more aged than ever before. His facial hair was disheveled, and he pulled out a cigarette but didn't ignite it. Instead, he exhaled heavily and remarked, "You've never been religious before. Appealing to a higher power now won't alter anything."


Mom persisted. "I'll embrace any faith—any at all—if it means Jessica will survive."


Dad ran his fingers through his thinning hair, yanking out strands in exasperation. He was at a loss for words.


Mom continued her prayers until her energy was spent. At last, she slumped against the wall, murmuring through her tears, "If Jessica doesn't make it... I won't either..."


Chapter 6