On the day of the Spring Festival, my eldest brother cut off my medical expenses.
My second brother took back the house I lived in and canceled my bank card.
They had lost their memories in a car accident and forgotten me, mistaking my best friend for their own sister.
They took back everything they had given me and gave it all to her.
I thought they had truly forgotten me, and prepared to kill myself.
But then I unexpectedly heard my eldest brother tell my second brother over the phone, "She’s finally going to die. We won’t have to pretend to have amnesia anymore."
So they had been deceiving me. If they wanted me dead so badly, then I was determined to live well.
I actively pursued treatment, then joined a closed research study that would last twenty years.
When my eldest and second brothers found out, they went mad searching for me.
