Cursed Baby Bottle

But instead of accepting it, I turned away and gave it to the neighbor's cruel son who had XYY syndrome.

In my previous life, I had accepted that bottle with genuine gratitude, using it day and night to feed my son. I never imagined that a month later, in the dead of night, my son would suddenly suffer a heart attack and die in my arms.

Strangely enough, the very next day after my son passed, my sister-in-law's sickly child—who had…