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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

I decided I no longer wanted my father, mother, or sibling in my life.


This occasion, I was determined to exist solely for myself.


Following the operation, my physical condition had deteriorated more than ever before.


Despite my efforts in rehabilitation, the absence of a vital organ had left me permanently diminished.


Yet, I yearned to experience life fully, so I persevered through recovery, regardless of how gradual the improvement was.


In time, I regained enough strength to venture outdoors.


On that particular day, I ambled across the grass near my residence, taking tentative steps in the daylight. I sensed my parents observing me from afar. They constantly kept watch over me now. They wished to be close, but feared approaching too near, worried I might rebuff them once more.


I had repeatedly asked them to give me space, but they refused to comply.


So I disregarded their presence. They were no longer my concern.


However, today brought an unexpected visitor.


Chapter 8