My Mother Called Me a Liar

Summary

To avoid being accused of favoritism, my mother forced me, despite my severe anemia, to participate in the school's group blood donation drive.

After only 100 milliliters, my vision started going dark.

I reached for the needle, trying to stop the procedure, but the young nurse immediately grabbed my wrist and pinned it down.

"Only 100 milliliters and you already want to quit? The other students all donated 400."

She glanced at my pale face, her eyes full of disgust.

"Donating blood is something honorable. Selfish people like you, pretending to be sick just to get out of it, deserve to…