Chapter 1

Dad Clara and mom Michael always gave me everything I wanted.

They would always tell Nathan to go easy on me.

When relatives called me a "walking bone marrow bank," they'd shield me with their bodies, point at the door, and tell them to get lost.

They'd hold me in their arms and tell me:

"You and your brother are equally important to us. Don't listen to anyone's gossip."

Until I turned eight, I grew tired of the constant pain from bone marrow extractions.

I refused to cooperate with them, to continue treatment for Nathan.

For the first time, my always soft-spoken mother lost her temper with me.

"If it weren't for your brother's serious illness, you would never have been born! You've taken away so much love that should have been his, and you won't even give him this small compensation?"

Michael didn't say a word. He forcibly held me down on the bed.

"Doctor, don't worry about her. Just do the extraction!"

I cried out in pain and struggled.

Clara found me too noisy.

After the needle was removed, she locked me in the sauna room and took Nathan to the hospital.

But they didn't notice—the sauna's high temperature setting had been turned on.

I pushed desperately at the door, but Clara had already locked it from the outside.

Clara, Michael, I know I was wrong. I'm willing to help treat Nathan.

Please don't abandon me.