I Am My Brother's Blood Bag

Summary

I was my brother's walking blood bank.

It all started when I was five years old.

My mother claimed I "pushed" my brother down the stairs.

She told everyone the accident caused him to develop a rare blood disorder.

From then on, she took me to a shady private clinic every month.

They would drain two massive bags of blood from my small body.

I went from a healthy girl to a walking skeleton.

I was so anemic that I would pass out in the middle of class.

On my birthday, my head was spinning u