## My mom forced me to donate a kidney to the neighbor’s daughter. After a DNA test, she completely lost it. The neighbor’s daughter was gravely ill, and my mom insisted I give her a kidney. I was malnourished growing up—just drawing blood for a test felt like it could finish me off. But my mom’s response? “Why should I care if you die? Savannah is my real daughter!” That’s when I found out the truth. At birth, my mom had switched me with the daughter of our wealthy neighbors. I glanced over at the neighbor, expecting some shock or guilt. But no—she was calm, detached, like none of this mattered at all. I watched, helpless, as my mom signed the consent forms. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, my dad tied me down to the operating table, and my older brother picked up the scalpel himself. I didn’t have the strength to fight back, so I made one final request: a DNA test with my mom. She agreed, probably thinking it would shut me up for good. But after the surgery, I developed an infection and lost all memory of what happened. And her? She completely broke down.
When I opened my eyes, my mother was standing in front of me. I tried to move, but quickly realized my arms were tightly strapped to a hospital chair. Before I could even process what was happening, she spoke: “I’ve raised you for so many years. It’s time for you to repay me.” “I need you to save Savannah.” Panic gripped me. “Mom… what are you talking about?” A young male voice cut in: “She’s asking you to give your kidney to Savannah.” That voice—it was so familiar. I turned my head and saw him. Sure enough, it was my brother, James. “James?” My eyes immediately filled with tears. Growing up, he was the only one in the family who cared about me, the only person who treated me kindly. But now, the look on his face terrified me. It was cold, detached—like I was a stranger to him. I begged him, sobbing, “James, please untie me! I’m in so much pain! What do you mean, give up my kidney?!” “Savannah is sick,” he said flatly, “and she needs a healthy kidney. Yours is a match. You should be grateful you’re even useful for something.” As he spoke, he stepped back, standing protectively behind Savannah. That’s when I noticed them—Savannah and her mother were here too. A few months ago, Savannah had been diagnosed with a serious illness. Shortly after, my mom took me for a full physical exam. Even as a child, I always felt my mom hated me. But when it came to Savannah, the neighbor’s daughter, she treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world. A horrifying thought began to form in my mind. Would my mother really sacrifice me for someone else? I struggled to believe it. Desperately, I pleaded, “What does any of this have to do with me? I’m your daughter! How can you force me to do this?” James let out a bitter laugh, one that chilled me to my core. “You’re not my sister,” he said. “Savannah is.” “You’re just an imposter.” I froze. I understood every word he said, but my brain refused to make sense of them. What did he mean, Savannah was his sister? Savannah looked just as confused as I was. She turned to James, but he simply smiled at her, warm and gentle. Meanwhile, the nylon straps on my arms were cutting deeper into my skin. Blood was starting to seep out. But the pain in my heart was worse. Seeing James smile at her like that—it felt like a knife slicing me open. My mom stepped forward. “I didn’t want to say anything, but now that Savannah is sick, I have no choice.” She walked over to Savannah and took her hand, cradling it like it was the most delicate treasure in the world. “Savannah is my real daughter,” she said. “You? You’re the neighbor’s child. I swapped you at birth.” My mind went blank, my head buzzing like I’d been struck by lightning. I shook my head violently. “No… That’s impossible!” “Impossible?” my mom said coldly. “If you don’t believe me, I even recorded a video back then. I kept it for this very moment—to take Savannah back.” I broke down completely, screaming and crying, my voice raw with desperation. “Mom! Mom, I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong again? Please don’t abandon me! I am your daughter!” I was frantic, grasping at anything. “Mom, look at my hands! I’m bleeding! Please hold me—I’m in so much pain, Mom!” But she just stared at me, her expression filled with disgust and finality. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your mom.” “I’ve hated you since the day you were born. Every time I looked at you, I thought about Savannah. I hated you for taking her place!” I opened my mouth, my voice trembling. “But last night… you took me out for cake…” That cake—I’d dreamed of it for 20 years. And now, just as I’d finally had a taste, she was taking it all away. I collapsed to the floor, shaking with sobs. For 20 years, I’d been trying to warm my mother’s frozen heart. I thought I was finally getting through to her. But reality had struck me like a bolt from the blue. “So what?” she said, her voice icy. “You’ll never matter as much as Savannah.” “And besides, it’s just a kidney. I already asked the doctors—you won’t die from this.” Realizing there was no one left to help me, I turned desperately to Savannah. “Savannah, we grew up together! Please, you have to help me!” Savannah had always been kind and principled. Surely, she wouldn’t accept this. But in the very next moment, her words shattered my world.
“Mom, you’ve already taken so much from me. You owe me this—you have to save me this time!” A trembling, tearful voice shattered the last of my illusions. I turned, stunned, and saw Savannah struggling to stand from her wheelchair. She wobbled, unsteady, before collapsing into my mother’s arms. Only now did I get a good look at her. Despite her mother’s constant care, Savannah’s illness had ravaged her body. She looked frail and broken. I remembered how many times she’d told me she just wanted to live a normal, healthy life. And now, with an opportunity right in front of her that required no sacrifice on her part, of course she would seize it without hesitation. My brother, James, walked over and gently wrapped Savannah in his arms, soothing her like she was the most precious thing in the world. “I’m sorry, Savannah,” he said softly. “For all these years, I’ve been loving the wrong person.” “From now on, I’ll make it up to you.” My mom was already crying as she clung to Savannah. “I’m so sorry, my daughter… I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. I don’t care what it takes.” I watched as the small trickle of love I’d fought for over twenty years—all those fleeting moments of hope—was now gushing uncontrollably toward her. Suddenly, I felt a metallic taste rise in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I forced a bitter smile. For most people, donating a kidney might not be fatal. But for me? A girl my mother never loved, who grew up malnourished, weak, and neglected? My body was already broken. Losing a little extra blood was enough to put me in danger. I glanced at the three of them, holding each other like the perfect family. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Savannah’s mother—Mrs. Whitmore. She stood off to the side, detached, watching this absurd scene like it had nothing to do with her. She wasn’t crying over her daughter’s betrayal. She didn’t even seem to care that I might be her biological child. I turned to her, trembling, and asked, “Do you really not care at all?” “I might be your real daughter. Why won’t you save me?” She shrugged. “So what if you’re my biological child? What difference does it make?” “I’ve raised Savannah for twenty years. She is my daughter. If saving her means sacrificing you, I don’t mind.” I froze. So that’s what a mother’s love is supposed to look like. I lowered my head and blinked back the tears. Love, it seems, only flows toward those who already have it. For someone like me—abandoned by the world—I was nothing more than trash. But even trash clings to life. I gathered every ounce of strength I had and shouted at them, “You can’t do this! It’s illegal!” My mom didn’t flinch. “It doesn’t matter. Legally, I’m still your mother. I’ll sign the consent form for your kidney donation.”
Mrs. Whitmore raised her hand calmly. “I agree. Whether Savannah is mine by blood or not, I’ll always love her.” And just like that, the two of them handed me a death sentence without a second thought. I choked out, “Mom…” Even now, I couldn’t let go of the hope that she might feel something for me. That after all these years, there was some bond, however faint, between us. Maybe it was my desperate tone, but she finally turned around. For a moment, she didn’t move. James frowned and grabbed her wrist. She gently patted his hand before stepping toward me. Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled slightly. “Jessica,” she said, “Savannah is my flesh and blood. She’s my real daughter.” “For years, I’ve dreamed of her, loved her, waited for her. You have to give her your kidney.” She took a deep breath. “I asked the doctors. You won’t die. At worst, you’ll be unable to take care of yourself for a while.” “When you recover, I promise I’ll love you. I’ll make it up to you.” Twenty years of hope disintegrated into nothing. All I got in return was, You won’t die. I laughed bitterly, a hollow sound that echoed in the room. “I won’t survive this,” I whispered, almost to myself. “I’m going to die.” My mom’s face twisted in panic. “No! That’s impossible! Your brother will perform the surgery himself!” Even if James was the most skilled surgeon in the world, he couldn’t save someone who no longer wanted to live. My father, who had been silent the entire time, helped me up and secured me to the operating table like I was some animal being prepared for slaughter. James held the consent form in his hands. My mother quickly signed her name. I lay there, head turned to the side, watching helplessly as they prepared to wheel me into the operating room. I blinked at the ceiling, tears streaming down my face. Then I forced a smile—one uglier than any cry. “I’ll do it,” I said. “Take my kidney, my life, whatever you want. But I have one condition.” James frowned. “What now? Are you still trying to fight this?” “Savannah suffered for twenty years because of you,” he snapped. “She’s the one who was robbed of her life with Mom. And you still think you have the right to ask for anything?” Suffered? Who had really suffered all these years? I hadn’t just been robbed of my family—I was being asked to wager my life to pay for it. All I wanted was one answer. My father sighed. “Let her have this. After everything, Jessica deserves to know.” “Fine,” my mom said coldly. “Let’s do the test. But after this, don’t ever call me your mother again.” I smiled faintly. Finally, after twenty years, I could let go of this hollow, one-sided love.
To increase the chances of a successful surgery, my brother deliberately didn’t give me enough anesthesia. I could feel the blade slicing through my skin, the scissors cutting through my tissue. The pain was excruciating. When people are scared, they instinctively cry out for their mom. I almost did too—until it hit me like a slap in the face: I didn’t have a mom anymore. My brother, James, raised an eyebrow and glanced at me with disgust. “Never thought you were a fake,” he sneered. “No wonder you never felt like family. All those years I cared about you—it was a complete waste!” His words were sharp, but I couldn’t be hurt anymore. My vision blurred as I stared at the ceiling, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “Don’t be mad, James,” I said softly. “After this, I won’t call you my brother ever again.” He didn’t like that. His expression darkened, and he twisted the scalpel deliberately. Pain shot through me, making my whole body tremble and break out in cold sweat. “Good,” he growled, grinning smugly. “You don’t deserve to call me your brother.” The surgery felt endless. So long, in fact, that I started to wonder if I’d already died. Finally, James tied off the last suture. He tilted his head, looked down at me, and said with a smirk, “Lucky you. You made it.” I blinked slowly, the pain dulling into a cold numbness. “Thank you… Dr. Whitman,” I murmured. Something about the way I said it set him off. His face twisted in anger, and he slammed the scissors onto the tray before storming out of the room. From the operating table, I could hear the voices outside. My mom’s frantic voice broke through the indistinct chatter. “How’s Jessica? Is she okay?” James’s voice was dismissive. “The surgery was a success, but her body’s in terrible shape. She’s going to suffer for the rest of her life.” I heard my mom sigh in relief. “As long as she’s alive… that’s all that matters.” Then her tone changed, as if she’d just remembered something. “Oh, Mrs. Whitmore,” she said, turning to the neighbor, “she’s always wanted a mom. I’m giving her back to you now. You need to take good care of her!” Mrs. Whitmore didn’t even have a chance to respond. Suddenly, I started coughing violently, blood gushing out of my mouth in uncontrollable waves. The nurse working nearby froze in shock, dropping the instruments in her hands as she stumbled backward. Panic consumed the room. The nurse scrambled to her feet, tripping over herself as she rushed to the door and shouted at the top of her lungs: “Doctor, emergency! The patient’s bleeding out!” “And… and there’s signs of infection!” The moment the words left her mouth, James spun around in a panic. He sprinted back into the room, yelling my name as he ran. But my vision was fading fast. My pupils were dilating, the world around me growing darker and more distant. Outside, I heard my mom trying to push past the people holding her back, her voice trembling with fear. “What’s happening? What’s wrong with her?” The chaos in the room was overwhelming, and in the midst of it all, a nurse from the lab walked in, holding an envelope. She seemed completely oblivious to the scene, her voice cheerful as she announced, “Congratulations! The DNA test results are in—these two are confirmed to be mother and daughter!”
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