My parents, completely ignoring my condition, were more concerned with asking Peter about the procedure.
“Is this operation safe? Her blood… There’s nothing wrong with it, right?”
“We can’t let anything taint our precious Cindy.”
I bit down hard on my lip, forcing myself to stay alert.
Then, I cried out, “Mom, Dad.”
I tried to mimic my childhood tone, just like I used to when I’d run around the house, calling them. I was ten years old when my soul first entered this body, and that was the happiest time of my life.
Looking back, I couldn’t help but long for those days, even though they only brought pain when I called out their names now.
My mother turned away from me and struck the other side of my face. Even Peter couldn’t bear to watch and looked away.
“You don’t deserve to call me that. I never gave birth to a daughter as cruel as you!”
The pain was unbearable. My body ached, and my heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Through tears, I weakly managed to speak, my voice
