Part 1Dolly

I accidentally stepped on my sister's baby and crushed it.

They say a child is a piece of a mother's own flesh. To make it up to her, I cut a piece of flesh from my own stomach and gave it to my sister.

Less than a week later, the lump of meat suddenly came alive. It grew eyes and a nose, and even opened its mouth to call me "Mom."

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It all started a month ago.

My sister, Lisa, had been married for years and tried every method under the sun to get pregnant, but nothing worked.

With her thirtieth birthday approaching, our mom suggested she try IVF. But on her birthday, Lisa suddenly announced she had a child.

The whole family was stunned.

Leaving aside that no one knew about such a huge event, don't you need to be pregnant to have a child?

Her stomach had been flat all year. How did she suddenly have a child?

Lisa shook her head mysteriously and brought out a thermal box from her room.

The box was about the size of a hamster cage, lined with gauze and cotton. In the middle lay a fleshy ball about the size of a palm.

Lisa gently tapped the box, her voice tender: "Dolly, Grandma and Auntie are here to see you!"

Mom and I exchanged glances; we both clearly thought she was talking nonsense.

But the next second, the meatball suddenly moved, inching toward the glass lid.

Looking closely, I realized there were two slits on the meatball that opened slightly. They looked exactly like eyes, staring straight at us.

I screamed, nearly falling off my chair.

Lisa laughed, quickly took the meatball out, held it in her hands, and presented it to us like a treasure.

"Mom, Sis, look! Isn't Dolly cute?"

Mom was terrified, covering her mouth with trembling hands: "Lisa... don't scare Mom like this..."