Ten years after being abducted, my mother finally found me.
In that stinking sewer.
She was anxious.
She didn't ask me why I was still eight or nine years old even though I was thirteen years old.
Didn't ask where my left hand went.
He didn't ask me where the scars crisscrossing my face came from.
She just dragged me onto her private jet like a piece of cargo.
Along the way, she kept looking at her watch and urging the driver to run through more than a dozen red lights.
Finally, he stopped in front of a top private hospital.
I saw a girl in the ward who was pale but still breathtakingly beautiful.
That's my second sister.
When we arrived, the nurse was preparing to cover her with a white sheet.
Mom rushed over like crazy.
"My daughter! Don't touch her!"
However, the straight line with no more ups and downs on the monitor announced that it was too late.
I took a step forward and wanted to say my final farewell to my sister.
But my mother turned around suddenly,
