I always thought I had a happy family. Until I found out I was terminally ill and called my mom for comfort. But my mother advised me to give up treatment and take pleasure in life. "This kind of disease cannot be cured, and money spent is wasted. You might as well be alive and do what you want to do with less regrets. Wouldn't it be better to use the remaining money to buy a house for your brother?" Only then did I see my mother's true face. After severing the mother-daughter relationship with her, I discovered that I had been misdiagnosed and the medical records were hers.
