I ran as fast as I could, terrified they might snap out of their shock and chase after me.
Not long after, my mother sent me a message: [You wretch. From now on, I'll pretend I never gave birth to a daughter like you.]
I took a screenshot and posted it directly to my social feed.
My relatives stared at the post, confused and unsure what had happened.
A moment later, my mother made her own post: [Starting today, I, Miranda Cosby, sever all ties with Sonya Reacher. From this day forward, we are strangers in life and death.]
Our relatives thought we were just fighting and began trying to mediate.
[Blood is thicker than water. What could be so serious between mother and daughter that you have to cut ties?]
I replied immediately: [Don't bother. I don't have such a cruel mother. She can stand by and watch her own daughter die. I'm starting to wonder if I was switched at birth. Otherwise, how could I have such a vicious mother?]
Then I posted the medical report for all of them to see. The moment they read the diagnosis, my relatives turned on my mother.
[Miranda, Sonya is your own flesh and blood. She's sick now. How can you ignore her?]
[So heartless. You'd throw away family over money?]
[If my daughter were sick, I'd sell the house if that's what it took to save her.]
My mother was trembling with fury from all the criticism. She immediately fired back: [She doesn't want money. She wants a kidney! She even dared to target her own nephew. My grandson is still a child! How can he donate a kidney? If anyone here is vicious, it's Sonya!]
She made it sound like everything was my fault.
If I hadn't been reborn, maybe I really would've doubted myself again. But now I had the past as proof. In this lifetime, I would only love myself.
In the end, these relatives were no different—they still valued sons over daughters. The moment they realized a boy might be involved, they all went silent.
Family bonds were supposedly thicker than water, but now that something real had happened, every last one of them played dumb.
[Sonya, you can keep doing dialysis. Why insist on getting a kidney? Your brother is a grown man—he can't live without one.]
[That's right. No amount of money can buy a kidney. This time you're going too far.]
I laughed and replied instantly: [Aunt Jesamine, then why don't you give me your kidney? You're a woman—you can live with one.]
Silence. Not a single relative dared say another word.
A kidney was a vital organ; once gone, it was gone. No one was willing to gamble their life.
Seeing me besieged on all sides, Keith finally stepped in to play the good guy.
[I can't give you a kidney, but don't worry, if you ever have trouble in life, I won't abandon you.]
I knew he was making empty promise.
I ignored him and pressed my relatives again: [We're all family. Really? Not a single person is willing to help me? Are all of you this heartless?]
No one responded. The message was clear—they wouldn't lift a finger. In fact, they probably wished they could run even farther away.
Only then did I feel relieved.
Zac's illness would surface soon, and with no one willing to help, I'd love to see how Keith planned to handle it.
