Reborn The Son They Threw Away Became the Nation's Pride

I was the throwaway child, the first draft they never planned to keep.

Mom and Dad sat me down together and asked if I wanted a little brother.

I looked at the toy car in my hands, the only toy I owned, and shook my head solemnly.

"I don't want a little brother. And I don't want a little sister either."

But they never cared what I thought. They laughed, handed me off to my grandparents, and didn't come back for a full year. When they finally did, they had a chubby baby boy in their arms.

Mom said he'd be my playmate. My flesh and blood.