I Watched Them Steal My Brother, and Did Absolutely Nothing

I woke up to the piercing cries of an infant.

Opening my eyes, I realized I was lying on a hospital bed right next to my mother, who had just given birth to my baby brother.

It hit me instantly. I had been reborn, brought back to the exact day the kidnapper swapped my brother.

To confirm my suspicion, I peeked toward the sound of the crying.

Sure enough, I saw a strange man roughly yanking the engraved gold baby bracelet off my brother’s wrist and slipping it onto the wrist of his own child.

Because his movements were so violent, my real brother started wailing at the top of his lungs.