Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

After arranging my funeral, Dad and Sister moved out of our old home. He told Mom that once she had processed her emotions, the family could live together again, as it would be better for Allie’s recovery.

Mom made no attempt to keep them there and remained deeply entrenched in her grief for a long time.

Every day, she clutched my photo, either sitting or lying on my bed, murmuring, “Fairy, I’m sorry. Fairy, I’m sorry…”

Dad occasionally visited Mom, but all he could do was sigh at the sight.

As my soul grew fainter and my consciousness more blurred, I looked at Mom’s increasingly gaunt face and drifted over, finally touching her.

I hoped that my death would not become her obsession. She should follow my wishes and live a joyful and happy life with Dad and Sister. This was her initial choice; if she chose it, she should not regret it.

I was truly leaving now, and I hoped that in my next life, I would be born into a family that truly loved me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a baby carriage.

The young woman who saw me awaken was filled with joy. She picked me up, pressing her face against mine, and kept saying, “Mommy’s little angel, Mommy’s little angel.”

Soon, a young man arrived, holding a lively little girl by the hand. The girl exclaimed, “Mommy, let me see my sister! I’ve been waiting so long for her!”

The woman lowered me so the girl could see me clearly. The young man embraced the woman’s shoulders and, like her, looked down at me with a focused and loving gaze, as if I were a precious treasure.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I smiled, grasped the woman’s hand, and felt their delight at my sudden movement.

In this life, I had a truly loving and warm family.