My adopted sister has leukemia, and everyone advised me to donate bone marrow to her. I refused on the grounds that I was pregnant, so they ordered me to abort the child. I disagree. So they called me a poisonous woman who was too heartless to save me and didn't deserve to live. I wandered on the streets in the rainy night, shivering with cold. I called my husband and begged him to pick me up. But on the other end of the phone came the cute voice of my adopted sister. His voice was cold and he told me not to disturb him. But then I really left, and they regretted it.
