My nephew was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when he was 6 months old. I told my sister-in-law to store my nephew's insulin in the refrigerator, but she thought I was harming my nephew. Insulin quickly loses activity when exposed to sunlight, and when my nephew was only one year old, he was diagnosed with uremia. My sister-in-law put all the blame on me. They drugged my food, knocked me out and sent me to a black clinic, where they transplanted my kidney to my nephew. When they saw that I was dying, they removed all the organs from my body and sold them to organ dealers, leaving me to die in inhuman pain. Fortunately, God showed mercy and gave me a chance to start over. This time, I will put away my kindness and respect the fate of others.
