I got pregnant when I was in Grade 10. My parents looked at me coldly and said, “You brought shame to this family. From now on, we are no longer our children.”

She looked exactly like me. Her eyes, her nose, even the way she frowned—it was like staring at my younger self.

“Who are you looking for?” she asked gently.

Before I could answer, my parents stepped outside. When they saw me, they stopped dead. My mother covered her mouth, tears filling her eyes.

I smiled coldly.
“So… now you regret it?”

Suddenly, the girl rushed over and grabbed my mother’s hand.