My sister had a baby and dumped it on me

My younger sister got pregnant out of wedlock and vanished after giving birth to a boy in a back-alley clinic.

The doctor used the address she left behind to find my family, leaving the baby with me.

My parents got on their knees and begged me to adopt him. Just like that, I, a single woman, began the arduous task of raising a child alone.

Years later, just as I'd finally raised him, my sister returned. On her arm was a rich businessman, a thick gold chain gleaming around his neck.

She clutched my son and sobbed, telling him I was a jealous monster who had stolen him at birth, tearing their family apart.

My son, my pride and joy, renounced me on the spot and ran into her arms. My parents threw me out of the house.

The neighbors' gossip and condemnation became my personal hell. In utter despair, I threw myself from the roof of my apartment building.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day my sister gave birth.