Mom, Calling You with My Love

Nancy was always the best.

Christina adored sitting in the audience, watching Nancy perform ballet, and soaking up the praise from others.

Once a graceful ballerina herself, Christina's dreams were dashed when she suddenly lost control of her legs during a routine.

Since then, she could never dance again.

So, it was no surprise that Christina was so enamored with Nancy's dancing.

Maybe she loved Nancy simply because of her talent.

I remembered it was a bright, sunny day.

My entire body ached, curled up in pain.

It was the last day I could try to win Christina over. Despite my agony, I managed to call her.

But Christina didn't answer. She was busy admiring Nancy's performance, finding the best angles for photos, and posting them online.

I clutched my still-ringing phone, closing my eyes in despair.

After I died, the system pulled me out of my body.

I saw Christina's screen still showing my call coming in.

It was the first time I realized she hadn't even saved my number.

When it came time for photos, Christina quickly hung up on me and posed with others for pictures.

In the end, Nancy lived up to expectations and won first place.

As soon as she stepped off the stage, she ran into Christina's arms. "Mom, thank you!"

Christina, with tears in her eyes and trembling hands, accepted Nancy's gold medal, repeatedly praising her. "You truly are my daughter, with the grace I once had!"

Even as the event wrapped up, Christina never thought to call me back.

That night, she sang lullabies to Nancy as she held her close.

Anyone who saw this would have thought it was a touching display of motherly love.

Before I died, I activated a bionic robot, worried that Christina wouldn't see me and would feel guilty.

But now, it seemed my concerns were unfounded.

The system asked me if my actions had any real purpose.

I could have lived a bit longer, but by transferring Christina's ALS to myself, my lifespan was drastically cut short, accompanied by constant, severe pain.

My nearly transparent form floated. "It had meaning. Mom doesn't have to suffer from ALS as originally destined."

My purpose was always Christina. Although my efforts to win her over failed, seeing her healthy was enough.

In truth, I envied Nancy.

I once secretly watched Christina, who had never cooked a day in her life, make a meal for Nancy just to celebrate her first competition.

Christina always remembered Nancy's birthday with gifts and stayed by her side overnight when she was sick.

Even though Christina never showed me the same affection, I couldn't bear to see such a wonderful mother fall victim to ALS.

So when I saw her condition rapidly deteriorating, unable to even hold things, I made the decision to transfer her illness.

The doctors called it a medical miracle.

Christina's waning spirit was revived with newfound energy.

For four years, watching her smile genuinely made me happy. I still believed my actions had meaning.

But sadly, in those four years, Christina never realized the "me" in the house wasn't really me.

Although she still wasn't fond of me, the current version of me was merely coldly tolerated rather than despised.

The bionic robot had always obeyed Christina's commands. Whenever Nancy was provocative, "I" would dutifully apologize on her behalf, just as instructed.

Rumors spread that Nancy was Christina's biological daughter and that I was merely a tool to enhance their mother-daughter bond. People said I was like a loyal dog at home, getting pushed and prodded without a complaint.

The socialite circles even regarded me with disdain.

I never could have imagined that, in the near future, I would come to deeply regret my choices.