Too Late for Regrets: My Mother Let Me Die for Her Fake Daughter

When I was wheeled into the sterile isolation room, my body ravaged by leukemia, my mother was busy begging her adopted daughter, Natasha, not to donate her bone marrow to me.

On the surface, Natasha pretended to be the bigger person. But right when the chemo had wiped out most of my immune system, she sent me a text:

"I faint at the sight of blood, so I can't do it. Sorry."

"Why don't you just die?"

Later, I did exactly what they wanted. I died.

But my mother went completely insane.

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"You’re backing out?!"