Love Story1–Chapter 1
When I received the news that my bone marrow happened to be a match for my sister’s, I had just
discovered I was pregnant.
My mentor, with a serious expression, pulled me aside. He said that if I wanted to donate bone marrow to my sister, I’d most likely have to terminate the pregnancy first.
He urged me to think carefully and to discuss it thoroughly with my husband.
I was indeed conflicted.
I had taken many herbal medicines to prepare for pregnancy and had tried for a long time to
conceive.
When my husband found out I was pregnant, he was so excited that he wanted to shout it from the
rooftops.
How could I bear to terminate the pregnancy?
But my sister Yuna was only twenty–nine. She was the family’s precious pearl, raised by my parents
since childhood. If anything were to happen to her, they wouldn’t survive it.
So after a long afternoon of wrestling with my thoughts, I decided to go home after work that
evening.
When I returned, they were all sitting together, enjoying a cheerful dinner.
In addition to them, my younger brother, Henry, and his girlfriend were there.
They were toasting, clearly celebrating some happy news.
But the warmth of the moment shattered when I walked in.
The room fell silent, and everyone stopped smiling, awkwardly setting their glasses down.
Only my mother forced out a few chuckles, pretending to be affectionate as she pulled me toward
the table.
“I thought you were too busy to come, but I didn’t realize you’re the lucky one! Come sit down and
eat with us.”
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But she didn’t know, no matter how sweetly she spoke, the politeness and distance in her gestures Couldn’t hide the truth.
Suddenly, a mischievous thought struck me.
I turned around, gently took her hand that was barely resting on my arm, and said,
“Mom, I’m sick.”
Her hand stiffened, but she allowed me to hold it.
“…Uh, if you’re sick, just eat more, once you’re full, all illnesses will go away.”
he brushed it off, not even asking what I was sick with, and withdrew her hand as she moved the
chair.
Henry furrowed his brow.
“South, are you here to ruin the mood on purpose? Every time something happy happens at home, you show up to ruin it.”
“Today, Yuna got an opportunity for a foreign tour. Don’t tell me you didn’t come just to spoil it.”
I ignored him and sat down at the chair my mother had pulled out for me.
“…I have leukemia.”
Henry fell silent.
My mother, who had been handing me chopsticks, froze, and the chopsticks dropped to the floor.
The room was deathly quiet.
My mother’s eyes turned red, and she began wiping away tears at my side.
At the head of the table, my father, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.
He said, “We need to let your in–laws know about this. They can probably afford the medical
expenses.”
He shot me a disapproving glance as he spoke.
“Stay calm in these situations. Don’t act rashly. We don’t want you to get better only to give your
mother a stroke.”
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My mother wiped her face and began serving me food.
Your father’s right. Big problems are best dealt with after we’ve had a meal.”
Yuna also passed me some food, her smile bright and innocent like that of a little girl.
“Yeah, you’re just too anxious, that’s why you’re sick. Eat more, and smile, and everything will be
fine.”
I didn’t move my chopsticks.
My eyes scanned each of them.
didn’t come back to ask for money for treatment.”
“I just wanted to ask if Yuna could donate bone marrow to me.”
The room fell silent once again.
After a long pause, my father slammed his chopsticks on the table.
“Ridiculous!”
He furrowed his brow tightly.
“Don’t you know donating bone marrow carries risks?”
I smiled bitterly.
“Isn’t it worth it to take a small risk to save my life?”
My father stubbornly turned his face away.
“We can’t let Yuna take that risk. Even a one percent chance of something happening to her means hundred percent.”
I wasn’t surprised by his response.
As the second child who was raised outside the family, my father never welcomed my birth or my
return.
But at least my mother and Yuna had been somewhat kind to me.
Furned my gaze to my mother.
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She was already crying.