Mom couldn't bear to see my sister lying sick in the hospital bed. She frantically grabbed the doctor and asked, "Can we do a C-section now? My daughter can't wait!"
The doctor was shocked by this crazy decision. He quickly dissuaded her, "The child's lungs aren't fully developed yet. A C-section now would have a very low chance of survival."
A flicker of hesitation flashed in my mother's eyes, but she didn't want to care anymore. All she had eyes for was my sister.
"It's none of your business whether the child lives or dies. Even if she dies, I won't hold you doctors responsible. I just want my daughter to be safe! That's his only purpose in life!" She poked her belly hard, as if to emphasize something.
My father held her, preventing her from hurting herself. What a wonderful, magnificent motherly love. If it weren't for my sacrifice... I became even more determined not to be born. I should hurry up and get back in line. Maybe I could be reborn as a better child.