A Life in Disguise

My birth was part of a carefully orchestrated conspiracy. My parents and relatives conspired to hide my brother's existence from me, raising me to be nothing but a pretty ornament and a skin donor for someone with a different blood type. [We've raised you all these years. What's wrong with using your skin for your brother's graft? We gave you your life!] Later, they tricked me onto the operating table, and I died from a massive postoperative infection. I lived a second life. Looking at my parents, aged overnight behind the bars, I said softly, [Your beloved son heard what you did, and killed himself in the hospital last night.]