Part 1My Mother's "Diet Pills" Were Actually Killing Me to Save My Brother

I've been plump since childhood, pampered by my mother's overfeeding.

As a result, I endured endless mockery.

Later, Mom specially bought me diet pills.

The effects improved day by day.

It wasn't until I died in bed from taking those pills that I realized the truth.

These pills were actually meant for my sick brother.

They were designed to exchange our lifespans.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I first took those diet pills.

Mom had sought out these lifespan-exchanging pills to cure my bedridden brother.

She tricked me into taking them by calling them diet pills.

Later, my brother became lively and energetic, while I died in bed.

When I opened my eyes once more,

I had incredibly traveled back in time to the day Mom gave me those pills.

Since Mom loved my brother so much,

This time, I decided, you'll be the one exchanging lifespans, Mom.

"Sweetie, hurry up and take your medicine. You'll slim down in no time," my mom said eagerly, about to shove the pills into my mouth.

If I hadn't traveled back in time, I would have gobbled up her so-called "diet pills" without a second thought.

I had always been chubby, much heavier than my peers.

Because of my weight and being a girl, I was often ridiculed by others.

At school, they would call me "fatty" and mock me, isolating and bullying me.

I was never included in class activities, treated like a complete outsider.

I couldn't participate in class performances - they jeered that my size made it impossible to find suitable costumes.

Even some teachers looked at me with disdain.

So I became desperate to lose weight, but Mom always prepared all sorts of delicious food for me.

Whenever I wanted to diet, she would patiently persuade me: "Jelena, you're perfect as you are. Why bother losing weight?"

Thus, fooled by her words, I grew fatter and fatter, finding it increasingly difficult to slim down.

When I tried to resist, Mom would cry, throw tantrums, or even threaten suicide.

I had no choice. Thinking she just didn't want to see me suffer, I agreed not to diet.

She smiled contentedly watching me balloon up, feeding me endless pork belly, braised pork, and stewed pig's trotters.

But one day, she suddenly wanted me to lose weight.

She claimed seeing me being mocked broke her heart, so she had specially obtained some diet pills.

She said these pills were incredibly effective - I just needed to take them daily and I'd slim down in no time.

I believed her.

Every day, I eagerly took the diet pills without waiting for Mom's reminders.

Day after day, I truly lost quite a bit of weight, so I took the pills even more desperately.

Mom continued smiling, handing me bottle after bottle of diet pills.

I became thinner and thinner, the mocking voices grew less frequent, and I started to make friends.

But this improved life didn't last long, as I realized I was becoming increasingly frail, feeling like I could stop breathing at any moment.

Meanwhile, my brother, who had long been bedridden and plagued by illness, gradually improved. He could not only get out of bed but also run and jump around.

I finally sensed something was wrong when I overheard Mom talking to my brother.

"My precious son is finally getting better. The master's method really worked. Otherwise, I would have raised your sister for nothing all these years, fattening her up and then giving her diet pills. Those diet pills she's been taking can actually exchange your lifespans."

Only then did I realize that what I had been taking were not diet pills at all.

They were pills that could exchange lifespans.

The reason I slimmed down was that my lifespan was being transferred to my brother.

Mom was trying to kill me for my brother's sake.

But by the time I learned the truth, it was too late. I only had a few days left to live.

When Mom realized I knew the truth, she dropped her kind facade.

"What are you looking at? If you're going to die, just die. You think it was easy for me to raise you all these years? Don't look at me like I owe you thousands of dollars. I don't owe you anything. This is what you owe your brother. What's wrong with sacrificing your life for your brother as his sister?"

I refused to take any more "diet pills," but she and my brother tied me up.

They force-fed me bottles of pills.

I finally died, my eyes wide open in disbelief.