A Malicious Swap

My daughter unplugs my oxygen tube before throwing herself into her nanny's arms. "The old hag is finally dying, Mom. I don't need to call a thief my mother anymore!"

It turns out the nanny switched my child for hers when they were born. I've spent the last two decades doting on the nanny's daughter.

I die of an aneurysm after recalling my birth daughter's horrible death.

When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my daughter was born.