My Story, Rewritten

Synopsis

"Congratulations, it's a girl." A voice jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open to a sterile white room, and a shiver ran down my spine. "Melissa, come see your little sister," Dad said, approaching with a tiny bundle in his arms. I felt disoriented. Hadn't I died? I remembered dying alone in a hospital bed, my body ravaged by illness. "Critical condition in Bed 9! Where are the family members?" a nurse shouted, rushing into the hallway. Dad handed the baby to the nurse and hurried away. That was when it fully hit me. I had been brought back to years ago. In my previous life, our housekeeper's daughter put on her kind and gentle facade, but it was all an act. She was pure evil. She had hidden my early-stage stomach cancer diagnosis, letting it progress until it was terminal. And after I died, it was my sister who eventually avenged my death.