Chapter 1

My mom has severe OCD. Because I weighed three ounces more than my twin sister at birth, she disliked me from the start.

I would cry from hunger, but my mom would store my sister's leftover milk in the fridge. She'd feed her eight times a day.

Eventually, both my sister and I ended up in the hospital - me for malnutrition, her for consuming spoiled food.

But that wasn't enough. She kept feeding my sister until she became chubby, while forcing me to eat fatty meat that I was allergic to because she couldn't stand how thin I was.

It led to my death by suffocation.

After death, I found myself back in my mother's womb...

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I died.

Forced by my mom to eat fatty meat I was allergic to, my throat swelled up, and I suffocated when I couldn't breathe.

But after death, I suddenly felt the warmth of being surrounded by amniotic fluid again.

It was the only maternal love I had ever experienced in my life.

The next moment, I heard, "Doctor, is there any way for both my children to be born at the same time?"

"Mrs. Song, that's impossible. The cervix can only dilate so much. How could two babies come out simultaneously?"

When this familiar conversation started, it was like lightning struck in my mind, igniting a spark.

Sure enough, the next line I remembered came: "I don't care, you must make my children come out at the same time."

"Otherwise, I'll report you for sexually harassing a patient."

...

It was my mom's voice. As her words matched my memories one by one, I finally confirmed - I had been reborn.

Reborn back into my mom's womb, while she was on the operating table giving birth.

In my previous life, she had specifically chosen what she believed to be an auspicious time for childbirth, wanting to have a lucky baby.

But fate had other plans. She was carrying twins - me and my sister - so it was impossible for us to be born at the exact same time.

And I, as my mom would say, always had to be first at everything. So the moment I appeared, I was labeled as the unlucky one.

My sister was fortunate. She was born right at the time my mom had calculated.

So when the doctor told my mom that I was three ounces heavier than my sister, she didn't even look at me. Frowning, she immediately put me on a "diet order."

I didn't even get to have a single sip of breast milk before being forced to wean.

This led to malnutrition from an early age. Later, no matter what I ate, I couldn't absorb nutrients properly, always remaining weak and frail.

My mom, having given birth to twins, had an abundance of milk. She would store my sister's leftover milk in bowls in the refrigerator.

She'd feed her eight times a day.

In the end, she successfully sent both of us to the hospital - me for malnutrition, her for consuming spoiled food over a long period.

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