After I Died, My Brother Went Mad

My older brother hated me. He believed I was the reason our parents died.

So he sent me to work at a construction site and wanted nothing to do with me.

Later, when I was in a near-fatal accident, I called him for help.

He said angrily, "Don't call me your brother. You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore. Whether you die or not is none of my business!"

After I died, my brother personally arranged for my heart to be transplanted into the new little sister he had adopted.

Later, when no one claimed my body, the call came to him, and he completely broke down.