Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

After Dad took care of my body, he returned home with my ashes in his arms.

When Mom saw the urn, she was taken aback, but her face soon hardened with impatience. “Enough, Sean. How long are you and Farah going to keep this up? Farah, I know you’re hiding in the back. If you don’t come out now, you’d better not come back at all!” Mom shouted towards the door.

“Enough, Shane. Fairy is really gone! She’s not playing a prank on us. When will you show a little more respect for Fairy? At least stop the accusations in front of her ashes, can you?” Dad retorted angrily.

I wanted to cover Dad’s mouth to stop him from arguing. I didn’t want them to fight because of me. Even in death, I wished for them to live happily as a family of three.

Mom seemed startled by Dad’s fury and fell silent. After a long pause, she finally asked, “Fairy is really dead?” It was the first time she mentioned my nickname.

Dad, with a pained expression, pulled out my letter from his pocket and handed it to Mom. “Here’s Fairy’s letter. You should read it.”

Mom took the letter, trembling as she opened it. I wanted to tell her not to read it, but she couldn’t hear me.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The letter wasn’t long, but Mom read it for what felt like an eternity, long enough that I almost fell asleep.

Tick, tick.

Mom began to cry, tears falling onto the letter and blurring my handwriting. She hurriedly tried to wipe them away with her sleeve, but the more frantic she became, the more she messed things up. She accidentally tore the letter, and it seemed to break down her last defenses. She collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, like a child who had done something wrong.

“Mom, Dad, and my sister, by the time you read this letter, I might already be gone. After the surgery, I felt pain in my stomach, but I didn’t tell anyone because it was my fate. Please don’t blame the doctors and nurses; they cared for me throughout my stay, and I don’t want to cause them any trouble. With my kidney, my sister should slowly recover her health. I’m glad my mission is complete. I hope you three will have a peaceful and happy life together. I also hope that in my next life, I will have a home of my own and loving parents, and that we will never meet again.”

Mom clutched my letter tightly, crying so hard she could barely speak, repeatedly saying, “Fairy, I’m sorry. Fairy, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, all my fault.”

I floated beside Mom, wanting to wipe away her tears, and sighed. Mom, why are you crying? I’m dead. Shouldn’t you be happy?