"Serena, listen to me. Let Margaret give it a try. There's a high chance that unrelated strangers may be a bone marrow match," my husband, Ian Glock, urged me anxiously.Our ten-year-old daughter, Maisie Glock, was sick. She had leukemia, and she urgently needed a bone marrow transplant. However, things weren't going our way. The HLA test showed that I wasn't a match. Not only was I unable to donate my bone marrow, but the doctor also delivered shocking news—the daughter I had cherished and loved for ten years wasn't biologically mine.I found this hard to swallow. This was the child I had carried for ten months, the one I had nearly died giving birth to. Back then, she had looked nothing like me and took after Ian instead. Still, I never doubted it. There was an old wives' tale that daughters who resembled their fathers would have a prosperous life ahead. However, as Maisie grew up, I started to notice that her temperament was entirely different from mine—and even from Ian's.T
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