I Birthed My Niece Out of Mercy—Six Days Later My Sister Returned Her Like a Broken Parcel

I thought I was giving my sister everything when I carried her baby after years of infertility. Nine months later, just six days postpartum, I opened my door to find the newborn abandoned in a basket with a note: We can’t do this. She’s your problem now.

The baby—Nora—had a heart defect, but doctors said it was repairable. I became her mother overnight, learning hospital jargon, signing surgery consent forms, and promising her she was safe. Five years later, she’s healthy, laughing, and proud of her strong heart.

My sister’s life fell apart, while mine filled with something better—a daughter chosen through love, not biology. I carried her into the world, but she’s the one who gave my life meaning.