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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

In the past, I would have desperately tried to reclaim my journal—it contained every embarrassing and painful memory from my youth.


It's hard to believe that a young girl of seven had to go without food for a whole week just to afford that small notebook.


But now? I felt detached from it all. It seemed like events from another person's life in a distant era.


"It's okay," I overheard Mom say outside. "Jessica's sleeping. You can enter."


James cautiously crept in, clutching the tattered, ebony diary. He opened it gingerly, as if it might disintegrate at any moment.


Does Mom dislike me? Am I truly her child?


The weather is frigid. If I were to die from exposure, would Mom feel sad? Probably not.


I was accepted into the same esteemed high school as Savannah today. I thought Mom would be pleased... instead, she struck me. She claimed I was attempting to steal from Savannah.


Chapter 9