Blurb：
A poignant tale of a fetus's consciousness awaiting rebirth, only to discover her existence is merely to serve as an organ donor for her sister Bianca. Trapped in a womb where every injection brings pain, the unborn child grapples with the harsh truth: her mother's love is conditional, reserved only for Bianca. As the mother endures supernatural measures to sustain the pregnancy, the fetus must decide whether to continue fighting for a life destined for sacrifice or surrender to the cycle of reincarnation. This emotional journey explores themes of maternal sacrifice, sibling rivalry, and the heartbreaking reality of being an unwanted child.Content：
Mom was in poor health and went through a lot to get pregnant with me. The doctor said I couldn't be kept, but she insisted. I received daily injections to maintain my nutrition and health during my mom’s pregnancy. After each one, I would move uncomfortably in her stomach.Mom endured the pain to comfort me, "Be good, baby. You must grow up healthy."
She had severe pregnancy symptoms, vomiting after eating, then forced herself to eat again, all for my health. To make Mom feel better, I didn't dare move, no matter how uncomfortable I felt.
Suddenly Mom asked the doctor, "Doctor, can I have the baby soon? Her sister is waiting for her umbilical cord blood and bone marrow to save her life."
It turned out that Mom only loved my umbilical cord blood and bone marrow. Rather than becoming a human organ bank for my sister, I would rather be reborn.
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After Mom asked if she could have a cesarean section right away, I started to stir violently in her stomach. Unlike before, when I had grown up obediently in her belly, Mom felt the power of fetal movement for the first time in a long time.
Mom lay weakly in bed and Dad said in annoyance, "This child was always quiet and didn't bother you before, why is he making such a fuss this time?"
Mom gritted her teeth and said, "He's a debt collector. If it weren't for Bianca, I wouldn't have kept him."
"Bianca is so sweet. I didn't suffer when she was born." When Mom mentioned my sister, her tone was filled with pride and tenderness.
But I was also a good child. My mother wasn't well and I felt uncomfortable in her body. My whole body was aching, but I grew up obediently in her belly.
My mother asked Dad in detail about my sister's condition, even the smallest details about her diet. My father answered Mom earnestly. Both of them seemed to have forgotten about me in her belly.
I listened silently, thinking, if Mom said she loved me, I would continue to be her child, even if my birth was full of calculations. But Mom's hardship for me was real. I waited and waited, until finally Mom mentioned me.
I heard my mother happily say, "The doctor said this child's liver, kidneys and heart are developing well. All my hard work paid off. Even if Bianca suffers kidney failure later, there will be replacement organs."
I felt like my breath had stopped. I wanted to cry. At only six months old, I was facing a cruel reality. My mother didn't love me at all. I wanted to tell her that I'd waited eighty years to be reborn, that I'd waited a long, long time to be her child. I also wanted to tell her that I was actually terrified, feeling unwell every day, but I forced myself to absorb nutrients and grow up to have a safe birth. I guessed my luck was truly bad.
The nurse came to give my mother another injection. This time, it was in my stomach. Every time I saw the needle go in, I was terrified and resisted, but for my mother, I held it in.
But now, I didn't want to hold it in. I didn't want to be your child anymore. I kicked my mother's belly and she cried out in pain.
The nurse looked at the bulging belly and felt awkward holding the needle. But Mom kept shouting, "Inject! I don't believe I can't cure this debt collector in my belly."
She even cursed the nurse, "What are you standing there for? If this baby doesn't come out, you can forget about your job as a nurse!"
No matter how hard I punched and kicked her belly, they still found a chance to give her an injection.
After the injection, I felt sleepy and my hands and feet relaxed. Mom was sweating all over and screaming in pain.
"Bianca, Bianca." Mom kept repeating that name, as if the name gave her immense courage.
Dad screamed, "Blood? You're bleeding!"
Mom was rushed to the emergency room. I felt so sleepy, as if I could die at any moment. That’s fine. I could continue to wait in line for reincarnation.
Mom, it was better not to give birth to an unloved child. I was still in your belly.
I heard from the doctors and nurses around me that Mom used her supernatural powers to keep me alive. The price she paid was bedridden until I was born and three injections a day to maintain my pregnancy.
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