After Mom Gave My Only Protective Suit to My Little Sister, I Died Horribly

A nuclear power plant exploded. My mother, a scientist, insisted that I give my last remaining hazmat suit to my younger sister. I clutched the suit and begged her desperately. But my mother kicked me aside and snatched it away. "Can't you pick a better time to fight for attention? This much radiation won't kill you!" "Your sister has been frail since she was little. She needs to wear two hazmat suits to be safe!" But my mother had forgotten: three years ago, after an accident during one of her experiments, I reached the limit of radiation my body could withstand while saving her.