Three Years After I Died, My Parents Asked Me to Donate a Kidney to My Sister

Three years after I died, my parents finally came to visit me at boarding school.

Only because my older sister's kidney disease had worsened and she urgently needed a kidney donor.

They brought a donation consent form, but no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find me.

When the teachers heard them asking where I was, they sneered. "That orphan nobody cared for? She had terminal stomach cancer. She fell ill and was sent to the hospital as soon as she arrived at school. They couldn't save her. She's dead."

But my parents thought I had teamed up with the teachers to lie to them.

Dad flew into a rage.

"That brat won't go to school, and now she's run off to fool around!"

"Tell her that if she doesn't show up within three days, we're cutting ties with her. We won't give her another cent for living expenses!"

The teachers exchanged baffled looks.

"What living expenses? There's not a penny in her account."