“My Husband Told Me, ‘If You Want to Save Our Family, You Must Have a Baby With My 80-Year-Old Father.’ I Slapped Him and Started Packing My Suitcase. But When My Father-in-Law Fell to His Knees and Explained Why He Needed That Child, I Froze in Horror…”

He handed me a small envelope.

My hands were trembling so badly that I could barely open it.

Inside were just a few lines.

“Mom, I don’t know whether you ever searched for me. But I’ve dreamed of meeting you my entire life. Now my little girl is sick. I’m not asking you for anything. I just want her to know that there is one more person in this world who could love her.”

I fell to my knees and began sobbing.

That day, I met my daughter, Claire.

She was thirty years old.

When she saw me, she stood motionless for several seconds.

Then she ran toward me.

We embraced as though we were trying to recover the thirty years we had lost.

I immediately agreed to undergo the necessary tests to find out whether I could be a donor for Lily.

The doctors explained that being a blood relative did not automatically mean I would be a suitable match.