The child often cried from hunger, but she refused to breastfeed.
She insisted on formula, often leaving the child hungry or overfed.
Sometimes, I couldn’t stand it and helped feed the child.
As the child grew, my mother–in–law either hit or scolded her.
The child always looked timid.
In contrast, my daughter was spoiled by her.
She became bratty and demanding.
Whenever my husband and I tried to discipline her, my mother–in–law intervened.
She even scolded us for being too harsh.
The two children grew up as opposites.
One was a little princess, the other a little servant.
Thinking of the child’s last moments, I was heartbroken.
A tiny person, lying quietly on the bed, almost skin and bones.
At four years old, my mother–in–law’s child was diagnosed with uremia.
My husband and I actively sought treatment.
My mother–in–law was indifferent and blamed us for wasting money.
Finally, a kidney transplant was necessary.
My husband, feeling sorry for his sister’s plight, went for matching.
He was a match.
Upon learning this, my mother–in–law threw a fit and blocked the donation.
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In the end, seeing no other choice, she disappeared with the child.
When my husband and I found them back in our hometown, the child was already lifeless
on the bed.
