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Bookl As My Stepsister’s 12–Year Blo…
Book] As My Stepsister’s
12–Year Blood Donor, I Finally
Die
Today is my birthday, but instead of celebrating, I received a gift from the hospital: a lab report.
Leukemia.
Tasked the doctor if, with cancer, I could still
donate blood.
The doctor said no.
I smiled.
After twelve years of being a blood bank, I was finally free.
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Bookl As My Stepsister’s
12–Year Blood Donor, I Finally
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Today is my birthday, but instead of celebrating, I received a gift from the hospital: a lab report.
Leukemia.
Tasked the doctor if, with cancer, I could still
donate blood.
The doctor said no.
I smiled.
After twelve years of being a blood bank, I was finally free.
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The indoor design project I had worked on for three months was picked up by Lydia. She wanted to use it for an interior design competition.
Last year, she had stolen my design to enter the competition, won the top prize, and met her wealthy boyfriend.
Having tasted success, this year she didn’t even bother to steal it–she boldly asked for it.
“Sis, can you give me your design? I’ll treat you to a meal if I win the competition.”
She called several times, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Every time I heard her, I had to cut out sugar for
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a fortnight.
But Mom and my brother Noel both adore her voice.
When I ignored her, she had Mom call me.
“Give Lydia your design. She hasn’t been able to rest well over this, and she’s lost a lot of weight.”
“But I spent three months working on this!”
“So what? It’s just a design. It’s not like it’s your life!”
Not wanting to argue with Mom, I said nothing more and hung up.
Lydia, not giving up, brought Noel into it,
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She knew that nothing was too difficult for Noel.
Noel’s approach was straightforward and ruthless.
On the phone, he said, “Name your price. How much?”
“Fifty million. Will you pay it?”
There was a pause on the other end, then the call ended.
The next day, I received news from the design association: my entry was disqualified.
It was like a bucket of ice–cold water had been
poured over me.
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I felt numb all over.
After enduring sleepless nights for three months, losing a significant amount of hair, and pouring my soul into the design, it was reduced to nothing more than a pile of scrap paper.
Noel’s actions were driven by his hatred for me.
One summer when I was seven, Dad took
me and our biological sister Lena back to our hometown, Houston, for the vacation. Unfortunately, Houston experienced severe flooding that year. Dad saved me, but when he went back to rescue Lena, neither of them
returned.
Since then, they blamed me for not taking care of Lena, for causing the deaths of two people.
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“Why did you survive, while Dad and Lena did not?”
“Why wasn’t it you who died?”
These words echoed in my ears from time to
time.
Each time, they pierced my heart like a dagger.