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After standing outside for a while, I stared at my knuckles which had begun to bleed, and went back into my sister's ward.
"What happened to you?" My mom asked when she noticed the blood.
I pulled my hand away, "It's nothing."
However, she went out and called the doctor who quickly attended to me. My mom had always been like that. Although she didn't give birth to me, she loved me more than she did her own children.
I was still a little boy when I lost my mom and my dad married her. I hated her at the time because I thought she wanted to take my mom's place. I did everything I could to make her life miserable but she never gave up on me.
She did her best to win me over and eventually, I forgot what my birth mom's face looked like. My siblings and I, grew up in love, thanks to my
