One day, Mom's sister, my aunt, came to visit. Mom took her hand and touched her belly. Mom was actually incredibly thin. She said I had absorbed all her essence and blood. I refused to accept it, saying I was still very small.
Looking at the large hand on her belly, I placed my small hand on it. My aunt clearly sensed it and said with delight, "Hey, he shook my hand. Look, does he like me?"
Mom gave her a blank look. Didn’t understand what she mean.
My aunt hesitated and said, "I think this isn't right. Bianca is wonderful, but there's no need to sacrifice another child to save her, right?"
She loved Bianca, too. But not just Bianca; I, the child in her belly, was also her blood relative. The thought of me having to undergo countless bone marrow extractions and possibly even organ transplants for Bianca made her feel suffocated. Was this really the right thing to do?
When Mom heard this, her eyes suddenly turned cold. "I gave him life. He has to obey me no matter what I say. If it weren't for her sister, he wouldn't have had the chance to be born. He should be grateful."
My aunt looked at my mother with a strange gaze.