My Final Gift Was My Death
Language: en
I was born with a glitch in my DNA. The moment the diagnosis came in, my father vanished, taking what little pride he had left and leaving us with a mountain of medical bills that swallowed my mother’s savings in months. To keep me alive, my mother moved us into the homes of strangers—men she didn't love but who had the means to keep my heart beating. David was the third "uncle." The arrangement was simple, though never spoken aloud: David wanted a legacy, and my mother needed a miracle. Within a year, her belly was swollen with my brother. Ten months later, she handed David a healthy baby…