The DNA Result That Made My Mother Beg
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On my eighteenth birthday, I didn't get a cake. I got a slap from my mother and my MIT acceptance letter crushed under her heel.
In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter—I was a walking blood bank, a spare part for my cousin Jennifer.
They took my blood, made me take the blame, even sent me to prison in her place.
In that car accident, my mother saved my cousin without hesitation and left me to bleed out in the wreckage.
"Save Jennifer first! That wretch is too stubborn to die!"
That's when I gave up on them.
But what truly broke me wasn't being sent to a mental hospital—it was the diary I found hidden in my mother's safe.
In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter—I was a walking blood bank, a spare part for my cousin Jennifer.
They took my blood, made me take the blame, even sent me to prison in her place.
In that car accident, my mother saved my cousin without hesitation and left me to bleed out in the wreckage.
"Save Jennifer first! That wretch is too stubborn to die!"
That's when I gave up on them.
But what truly broke me wasn't being sent to a mental hospital—it was the diary I found hidden in my mother's safe.








































