“Wow, what a coincidence!” Tanya had said. “We have the same blood type, and we even go to the same school!”
They became close friends, and Tanya even introduced her brother to my mom.
The day they met, my mom was wearing a simple white dress, her hair naturally curled.
When she smiled, it was like everything around her faded, leaving Tanya, despite her bold features and striking beauty, suddenly less radiant.
A rich boy was falling for a girl from humble beginnings. It was a perfect love story.
But there was a twist. Tanya had a hereditary condition that required regular blood transfusions.
My mom, being both her best friend and now her sister-in-law, never hesitated to donate.
It wasn’t until later that my mom learned the truth. Tanya wasn’t actually related to my dad.
She was the daughter of my grandmother’s best friend, who had asked my dad’s family to take care of her before she passed.
Tanya had grown up alongside my dad, more like siblings, but they weren’t really related.
As Tanya’s health improved, my mom’s started to decline.
Every time Tanya needed blood, my mom grew weaker. When Tanya needed another transfusion, my mom hesitated for the first time.