The feeling of being alive was truly terrible.

I thought that taking my medication, seeing the world, and working hard would make everything better.

But I had hoped in vain.

My world was already ruined, unable to branch out or sprout.

Janet told me to take the test results to them.

I actually held onto a shred of hope as I presented the results.

They scolded me for being crazy, accusing me of using any means necessary to return to this family.

The last bit of hope was extinguished with a cold splash of water.

I didn't react; Janet dragged everyone to get an on-the-spot test.

Mom yelled, saying I...