The System Exposed My Fake Family
Language: en
On New Year’s Day, I was sitting in a sterile hospital room, a ballpoint pen hovering over the voluntary organ donation form. Just as I was about to press the nib to the paper, a cold, synthesized voice echoed in my mind: [Hello, Host. I am your Year-End Wrap-Up System. Preparing your 2025 Journey in Review…] [This year marks the 20th anniversary of the day your adoptive mother stole you.] My brain went completely numb. The words hit me with the force of a physical blow. The surgeon was staring at me, waiting for the signature that would give my mother—the woman currently dying of kidney…