Borrow Your Life from a Feng Shui Master

My mother died before I was born. On the third day after my mother was buried, my grandfather dug me out of the grave and raised me. There was a deep crack in the palm of my hand, cutting off the lifeline. As time went by, the crack kept getting longer, eating away at the few lifelines. If this trend continued, I might not survive my eighteenth birthday. My grandfather traded a stillborn baby with me.