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I was reborn to the time when my nephew was just born. The whole family looked at the baby in swaddling clothes and smiled happily. Only my sister-in-law Ada frowned.

"How come it's a boy?" Ada said in disgust.

Ada was suffering from a serious mental illness. My brother lied to her that she would have a daughter in one fell swoop before she agreed to give birth to this child.

My mother and brother looked at my nephew happily and said, "We have an offspring!"

Ada snatched the baby and said, "I'm in charge of my child. He has to be raised like a girl and not be troubled by gender. Only in this way can he be rewarded in the future."

My mother pushed me anxiously. "Phoebe, you're a psychologist. Hurry up and persuade your sister-in-law not to go crazy!"

In my previous life, I respected the development of the child's model and strongly opposed Ada's approach.

In order to raise an outstanding boy for my family, I had put in a lot of effort.

In the end, my nephew became a cheerful boy without any psychological illness.

Later, when my nephew harassed his female colleague in the workplace and was fired, my sister-in-law cried and complained. "You were supposed to be the ruler of the world and come here to care for all living things. You shouldn't have been disturbed by gender. It was your aunt who insisted on destroying your fate."

Because of this, my nephew hated me to the core and repeatedly crushed me to death in the night.

Later, under the brainwashing of my sister-in-law, my nephew spent a lot of money on a sex change surgery.

In the end, the operation failed and he died on the operating table.

Thinking of this, my eyes met my anxious mother's.

"Mom, Ada is a mother. She has her own considerations. We just need to respect her thoughts."

Ada was very satisfied when she heard that. She happily shook the nephew in her arms.

"Then let's call him Mira. It sounds nice."

My brother and mother were a little anxious, but they didn't dare to refute. After all, Ada went crazy a few years ago and even beat my mother.

In this life, I'd like to see what kind of lucky child you can raise with your transgender education.

Since then, I had never returned home.

The whole family devoted themselves to the newborn baby.

One day, my mom called me and cried, "Phoebe, Ada insists on buying a custom-made baby dress for your nephew to wear at his baptism. We'll be laughed at by our relatives."

I comforted her, "Don't worry about what others say."

My mom stopped crying in an instant and asked me to buy some boy's clothes and shoes for my nephew.

Just like in my previous life, my mother called me for either my brother or my nephew.

Even when I was lying on the hospital bed with appendicitis, my mother forced me to go back and accompany my brother to buy a house. In the end, I had to give him 15 thousand dollars.

"I'll do as you say," I comforted my mom.

I carried two large bags of girls' pink bubble dresses and shoes home.

Ada looked at me happily and said, "You are really considerate. Anyway, you don't have a child. Your nephew will definitely repay you in the future."

My mother and brother's faces darkened, and I stuck out my tongue indifferently.

I took hAda's hand and said, "Mom, Brother, Ada has her own way of education. You don't have to worry.

"Besides, since Mira has been raised like a girl, he'll be caring when he grows up."

My mother nodded in embarrassment.

"Then you'll have to buy clothes for your nephew in the future. You've seen a lot, so you'll definitely have a better taste than us. Besides, as an aunt, you have to do something for your nephew."

I nodded obediently.

Later on, I bought all kinds of cheap camisoles and crop tops and mailed them home. Ada always happily said that I was the only person in the family who respected my nephew's fate, so she treated me much better.

My mother could only watch her grandson, whom she had been looking forward to for many years, dress up as a pink and tender girl all day long.

A few years later, I received a call in the office.

"Hello, Dr. Thomas. There is a student suffering serious psychological illness in our class, but I have failed to dissuade his parents many times. I can only ask you to come to our school to give him psychological guidance."

I gently rubbed my phone with my fingers and happily agreed.

Just as I had guessed, this child was my nephew, Mira.

Last time we met, he was still a baby in swaddling clothes.

He was wearing a pink short skirt with his long black hair draped over his shoulders. His orchid-like fingers were raised as he giggled among the girls, but his smile was not sincere.

His face, which was very similar to that of his previous life, had become very strange.

"You don't have to persuade me to act like a boy like those ignorant teachers. My mother said that I am the master of heaven. Only by acting like a girl can I not be disturbed by such vulgar things as gender.

"What's wrong with me now? I have a lot of besties who praise me for being good-looking.

"By the way, I've seen your photos. You must be my aunt. The clothes I'm wearing were bought by you," Mira said with a tight throat.

He was in a voice-changing period. It made him sound really strange.

I smiled and pointed at the scars on his arm. "If you're happy, what are these?"

Mira became angry from embarrassment and pushed me away. "It's none of your business."

The psychological counseling session ended on bad terms. I learned from his teacher that he was isolated by all the boys in the class because he always dressed like a girl. There were always children pointing at him and scolding him, "Mira is a sissy!"

His mother made trouble in the school again and again, saying that the teacher shouldn't have arranged for Mira to sit at the same table with the boy and be contaminated with masculinity.

She also said that the school's dishes were too salty, and Mira should eat light food to take care of his skin.

The school leaders and teachers were always tortured beyond words.

In Mira's previous life, he was called Max Thomas.

He was a tall and strong boy with a cheerful personality.

He got along well with boys at school and was very popular with girls. Every time he received a love letter, he showed it to me and said bitterly, "Aunt, they are too crazy!"

I was always amused and laughed, but these love letters were always brought to the girls' houses by Ada, saying that they disturbed my nephew's studies.

Now, Mira was limping.

Ada wrapped two pieces of white cloth tightly around Mira's feet and controlled the growth of his feet.

In the blink of an eye, Mira was already 18 years old.

My mother called me and asked me to go to the hospital as soon as possible. She said that Ada insisted on cutting off my nephew's Adam's apple.

When I arrived at the hospital, Mira was crossing his legs and wearing nail polish. My mother was crying in my brother's arms, out of breath.

Ada quickly took my hand and said, "Phoebe, your mother and brother are really feudal. It's just a minor operation to make your nephew look more like a girl.

"Look at how good-looking Mira is now. But his Adam's apple is too eye-catching."

I looked into Mira's eyes. He smiled evilly at me and winked at me.

My brother came over angrily, raised his arm, and slapped Ada in the face.

"You bitch, it's one thing for you to educate Mira like a girl, but now that you want to cut off his Adam's apple, how can he be a man in the future? How can he get married?"

Ada suddenly began to scream crazily and punch and kick my brother.

"What do you know? Don't ruin Mira's good fortune."

In the end, my mother and brother could only watch Mira being pushed into the operating room.

Ada showed a long-lost smile.

In order to prevent Mira from leaving a scar, Ada didn't hesitate to spend a lot of money to take him to do scar removal surgery.

She posted Mira's beautiful photos, wearing skirt and boots, on her Facebook page all day long, with the caption, "My boy is so beautiful! He must be blessed in the future!"

The relatives and friends commented, "Mira is so beautiful."

"Wow, he's prettier than my daughter."

But there was a comment mixed in, "It's just that his crotch is bulging. He doesn't look like a girl."

Ada immediately flew into a rage and searched for the dos and don'ts about the sex change surgery on the Internet.

But she didn't notice that there were more and more scars on Mira's arms.

Ada began to be obsessed with doing manicure for Mira and even took him to the cosmetic hospital for plastic surgery.

To be honest, Mira was very good-looking.

In his previous life, under my training, my relatives all said that he looked like a male star. Talent spotters even came to visit him.

But I had always encouraged him to rely on his own talent to get into college, not relying on his face to make a living.

In the end, he was admitted to the top Medical College in Washington and had a bright future.

Ada felt that Mira's nail beds were too wide, so she asked the nail technician to cut off the nails on both sides, which made Mira's fingers often become badly mutilated.

She even injected hormones into him just to make the adolescent characteristics less obvious.

She paid special attention to his figure and weight, forging him a thin waist and a thin back.

Yesterday, I saw a photo of my nephew posted by Ada on her Facebook page. There was also a caption, "My boy has double eyelids!"

Mira's almond-shaped eyes had turned into European-style eyelids, which occupied one-third of his face.

I casually "liked" it, and the next second, I received a call from Ada.

"Phoebe, come to school quickly. Your nephew is about to be beaten to death!"

When I arrived at school, Ada was arguing with the school leaders.

My mother hugged Mira, whose face was blue and red, and cried.

"I have sent my baby to your school, but you turned him into a fighting child! A few burly boys beat Mira on the ground. Even I can't bear to hurt Mira, how dare you?"

The three youths standing next to her lowered their heads and snickered, "Baby? He's so grown up.

"Why don't you ask your baby what he has done?

"How dare he bully Selina? He must be tired of living. How dare he hang his pinky in front of me every day? It's disgusting."

The youths pushed and laughed at each other.

Ada's hands trembled. "You men are really bad guys!"

The truth was that Mira stayed with the girls all day long, and the girls were defenseless against him.

In the PE class this afternoon, when the girl named Selina was not paying attention, he secretly hid in the bathroom and watched her change clothes.

These boys who had helped the girl vent her anger did not push Mira to the ground and beat him as Ada had said. Mira was just so scared that he fell to the ground in a panic.

I remembered Selina. In my previous life, she was one of Mira's pursuers. Mira once happily told me that there was a very beautiful girl in the class who was pursuing him.

I hit the boy in love on the spot and said, "The most important thing is to study hard!"

In this life, Mira had been raised like a girl by his mother, and his mentality had long been distorted. It was not surprising for him to do such a thing.

Ada continued to be aggressive. "It's no big deal to be seen. My son is blessed! It must be that wicked girl who seduced him.

"Besides, I don't think Selina is as beautiful as Mira. She's really shameless."

Mira pulled his braids and lowered his head in silence.

Ada hit him and said, "Don't ruin your hair."

The seed of darkness had sprouted, and it was accumulating strength and growing vigorously.

After Selina transferred to another school, the girls in the class began to isolate Mira.

At this time, Mira's appearance had become deformed because of his pursuit of thinness. His feet had also been interfered to be a little lame.

Ada was still happy to take him to various beauty salons.

"Mira, believe me. You must be blessed in the future. What's the benefit of being a stinky man? You should be a fragrant and soft little beauty."

In the class, Mira covered his mouth and laughed. "I don't want to associate with mortals like you."

"Good baby." Ada was very satisfied.

I didn't pay all my attention to Mira. I joined a project alone and provided psychological guidance for the children in the countryside for free.

In my previous life, from the first time I saw my nephew, who spat bubbles in his swaddling clothes, I devoted all my attention to him.

I had made him the most healthy child in the world. Looking at him who had successfully joined the top hospital, I felt a strong sense of satisfaction.

But I forgot that some children were born evil. Their parents' genes were the most important.

I had helped the sensitive teenage girls, and also the little boys who became autistic due to acne.

Watching the children become cheerful again under my interference, I finally understood that this was my pursuit, instead of insisting on turning my nephew into a perfect work of art.

Suddenly, I received a call from my mother.

"Phoebe, come home quickly.

"Don't tell me you're busy. Your brother and sister-in-law are getting divorced! If you don't come back soon, your brother's family will break up."

Look, my mom was always like this. She would only think of me when something happened to my brother's family and needed me. If I didn't go back, it would be my fault.

In my previous life, I was crushed to death by my nephew. My mother cried and said to my body,

"Phoebe, don't blame your nephew. Our family name has to be carried on. Please bless your nephew and brother in heaven."

Is it funny? I need to bless the murderer for the rest of his life.

I estimated that it was time to go back.

However, I didn't expect that they would make such a scene in this life.