But she was very determined. After she vomited, she continued to have people bring her the nutrients and whenever she drank, I kicked. She even vomited bile. I was exhausted from kicking and I struggled weakly through the amniotic fluid for a few seconds, but she didn't give up.
Mom played my sister's singing voice and while listening to her, she drank bowl after bowl of bitter traditional Chinese medicine.
In that instant, I felt a strong hatred for my sister, whom I had never met. Why should both my parents love her? What have I done wrong? Why should I give my everything to my sister? I don't want a life like this. I gathered myself, my strength exhausted, so I grabbed my uterus with my hands.
Mom writhed on the bed, one hand clutching her stomach, the other covering her mouth. My mother's cries are truly pitiful and many people are watching from the door of her hospital room.
"I know her. She's been in the hospital since she became pregnant, spending at least hundreds of thousands of dollars just to keep this baby alive."
"Plus, she had this child because her first child had a blood disease and she only conceived this one for the sake of the umbilical cord blood and bone marrow."