The Switched Sister, But I Switched Her Back

My parents gave birth to a little sister for me when I was five years old.

When I went to visit her, I witnessed a horrifying scene: a woman had taken my sister away and swapped her with another baby.

I secretly switched my sister back, and for some reason, I chose to stay silent and not tell anyone.

Eighteen years later, a young girl came running to my parents, crying, “Mom and Dad, I’m your real daughter!” When I returned home from a business trip, I found the atmosphere in the house very strange.

My parents had complex expressions, and the house was unusually silent.

I was still holding a gift I had bought for the family and asked, “Where’s Lucy? It’s the holiday, why isn’t she home?”

Lucy is my younger sister, who is three years younger than me and is now starting college in this city.

Every holiday, she would come home.

On my way back, I imagined the scene of her meeting me; surely she would run to grab my luggage and hug me tightly, saying, “Sister, you’re finally back!” But I didn’t see my sister anywhere.

All I saw were my parents, silent and not saying anything.

My father gestured for me to sit down, his face very serious.

“We have something important to discuss with you,” he said.

As the eldest daughter in the family, after graduating from college, I began managing our family business.

The Liu family is a well-known lineage, with generations of outstanding members.

My parents and relatives are wealthy and powerful, and the family business will eventually be inherited by me and my sister.

There is indeed a legacy to pass on.

“What’s going on that’s so mysterious?” I wondered aloud.

“Could it be that Lucy is in trouble? Is she being bullied at school?” My sister is naturally gentle; she would never be the type to bully others.

“No, no,” my mother pulled me down to sit, her face very serious.

“This is much more serious than that.

“What could be so serious?” I asked.

“Is our family facing business problems? Which project is it? Our family is involved in many fields.

” I couldn’t think of any project that was struggling.

“It’s not that,” my father said, looking troubled.

“It’s that Lucy might not be your biological sister.

I turned to my mother.

“Did you do something wrong to Dad?” Immediately, I received a slap on the back of my head.

“What nonsense are you talking about?” my father’s voice suddenly rose.

“What I mean is, Lucy might not be your biological sister, which means she’s not your real sister.

“How could that be?” I insisted.

As soon as I spoke, my mother worriedly added, “Yes, we’ve raised her for 18 years; how could she not be our daughter?”

Their words were truly strange.

I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair, observing them.

What is going on? Who said that Lucy isn’t our daughter and isn’t your biological sister? From my parents’ recounting, I understood that a strange incident had occurred.

A few days ago, an 18-year-old girl with a tearful face stood at our door, tightly holding my mother’s hand and crying, “Mom and Dad, I’m your daughter, not Lucy! My biological mother swapped us at birth!”

I rubbed my temples, feeling a bit dizzy.

“You believe this scam? Give me that phone; I’ll check to see if your parents have an anti-scam app.

But she knew Lucy’s birth details, even the hospital name and the doctor’s name who delivered her.

My mother explained.

I grabbed my mother’s hand and said, “This can only prove that she’s a scammer who has prepared this information well.

It’s not hard to know; just a little research and some money can get you this.

My father thought for a moment and said, “Initially, we didn’t believe it either, but she showed us the jade pendant from Grandma.

When you were little, you might not remember, but Grandma made a pair of jade pendants for you and Lucy.

The pendant that Lucy is wearing was made later; the original one was placed in her cradle, but for some reason, it mysteriously disappeared.

My father’s words suddenly awakened my memories.

When my sister was born, I was only five.

That day after kindergarten, when I came home, I saw only the housekeeper busy.

I made a fuss about wanting to find my parents, and the housekeeper comforted me that they had gone to the hospital to pick up my sister.

I remember that I didn’t get to the hospital until the next evening when Lucy had already been born.

The security at the hospital wasn’t as strict as it is now.

I remember hearing about child trafficking cases back then.

That night, my father had to leave because of urgent business, and many relatives gathered at first but left because my mother needed to rest.

There should have been a housekeeper to stay and take care of my sister, but for some reason, she wasn’t in the room.

I stood by my sister’s bed, looking at the tiny, soft baby inside.

She was weak but very cute, like a little version of me.

I was mesmerized but didn’t know when sleep overtook me.

The light in the hospital room was dim.

My mother and sister were fast asleep in a daze.

I saw my mother’s coat hanging by the bed, looking very warm, so I took it down, wrapped it around myself, and leaned against the bed to fall asleep.

Suddenly, the door opened, waking me up.

I thought my father had returned, but when I looked closely, I realized it was a strange woman.

She seemed to be holding something.

I squinted to sneak a peek and discovered it was another baby.

She quietly entered, placed the baby in the crib, then picked up my sister and quietly left the hospital room.

I hid in the corner, still wrapped in my mother’s coat, so she didn’t notice me.

I was half-awake, even thinking I was dreaming, but when the door closed, I realized something was wrong.

I immediately ran to look in the crib and found the baby inside, dressed just like my sister, but how could I mistake my own sister?

I shook my mother awake, but she was in a deep sleep and wouldn’t wake up.

I had to take immediate action, opening the door to see the woman turning the corner of the hallway.

I chased after her and saw her step into another hospital room, where I heard her mumbling something.

Although I couldn’t hear clearly, I memorized the room number.

Not long after, a man came to that room, and they began to argue.

The man seemed to snatch something away and left.

The woman chased after him, and taking advantage of this, I sneaked into that room and saw my sister lying quietly on the child’s bed.

After confirming it was really my sister, I carefully picked her up and awkwardly made my way back to my mother’s room.

On the way back, my sister let out a little cry but was very obedient and didn’t cry.

When I safely brought her back to my mother, I turned to carry the strange baby back to the previous hospital room.

When the housekeeper returned and saw me holding the baby, she was startled.

After my father found out, he scolded me, saying I was too mischievous.

As for my mother, she slept for a few hours and then woke up.

Everything was still peaceful; she didn’t know what had just happened.

This incident in my memory was somewhat vague.

Later, I thought I might have just dreamed it.

Until now, when someone brought the jade pendant that Grandma gave my sister to identify her, I remembered everything.

I wasn’t sure if all the details in my memory were accurate, and where the girl who came to claim her identity was now.

I asked my mother and father, “Have you contacted her? Is she temporarily staying in the apartment in the south of the city?” My mother gently replied, “I don’t know.

”

I frowned.

“Haven’t you done the DNA test? Why would you let a stranger into your apartment?” My mother didn’t dare to look me in the eye.

She lowered her head and said, “Your father is also silent,” his gaze briefly showing unease.

They were truly afraid to face the possibility of that truth.

I didn’t mention the incident in my memory, even though I was almost certain that Lucy was my biological sister.

But the memories from when I was six years old were somewhat vague.

Only a test could provide the most certain evidence.

“Let’s do this: we quickly contact that girl and go for the test together.

Before we have the results, don’t tell Lucy anything.

No one wants those they live with day and night to doubt each other about their blood relations.

” My parents agreed with my proposal, but if the result truly proves she is our daughter, what then?

My mother was still worried.

I glanced at the email on my phone and replied, “Let’s report it to the police to investigate the truth and bring her home.

We can compensate for whatever needs compensating.

Lucy and I can move out if necessary.

She’s grown up now; she can be independent.

”

But the upheaval came faster than expected.

I thought this was something only my parents and I knew, but unexpectedly, the next day I received a phone call: “Sister Emily, something happened to Lucy!”

“Lucy got into a fight at school.

She’s usually such a gentle girl, how could she get into a fight with someone else?” I was extremely shocked.

When I arrived at the police station, the situation was chaotic.

I saw Lucy with red eyes along with her teacher.

I softly called out to her amid the crowd.

My sister, with tear-filled eyes and a face full of grievance, turned around and immediately ran to hug me.

“Sister, I missed you so much!”

I looked her over and saw that she wasn’t hurt, so I opened my mouth to ask, “Why did you fight with someone else?” She angrily recounted, “Sister, I saw Tom hugging another girl at school.

He cheated on me!”

Tom, my fiancé, was the man I had chosen to be with.

At that moment, I realized that the man I hadn’t seen for a long time was standing in the crowd.

Tom was someone I had chosen as my fiancé, and he came from a wealthy family as well.

Although he was quite ordinary in terms of passion and talent in his career, I valued his family background.

Lucy was still agitated.

I gently patted her back, trying to calm her down.

I turned to Tom and asked the man, “What’s going on?”

Tom angrily replied, “It’s just a friend, don’t listen to Lucy’s nonsense!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lucy angrily shouted, “How old are you? What kind of friend is that? You’re still flirting with female students!”

I was about to intervene when Tom pointed at Lucy and said, “Unless she apologizes to me first!”

Tom was usually not this unreasonable.

I calmly looked at him, stopping my sister from rebuking him.

I kept my tone gentle, “Tom, do you want my sister to apologize because you cheated on her and made her lash out?”

After I finished speaking, Lucy erupted again, “You’re just a liar! You’re cheating on me and then trying to make me apologize!”

Tom was furious, and I could see that he was losing control.

“You don’t know anything! Lucy is just a nobody!”

I interrupted him, “You’re the one who doesn’t know anything.

You’re the one who’s been unfaithful!”

Lucy was looking at me, confused.

“Sister, is it true?”

In that moment, I realized that Tom had been unfaithful and had hurt Lucy.

I turned to Lucy, “You don’t need to worry.

You’re my sister, and I will always stand by you.

”

The atmosphere was tense, and I could feel Tom’s anger rising.

I knew that the truth would eventually come out, and I wouldn’t let anyone hurt my sister again.

As we left the police station, I made a plan to confront Tom about his actions and to protect Lucy from any further harm.