My younger sister inherited Mom's congenital heart disease. She was born frail and weak.
The doctor declared she wouldn't live past twenty.
During the last month of my sister's life, Mom forced me to come home and donate my heart.
But even when my sister's condition turned critical and she was rushed into the operating room, I was nowhere to be seen.
Mom cursed me for letting her die and threatened to cut me off as her child.
But what Mom didn't know was this:
Three years ago, when her heart failed, I had already given her my heart.
I even used an artificial heart, which gave me only three years to live, to earn three million and find a healthy donor heart for my sister.
Now, my artificial heart is worn out and on the verge of breaking.
I'm going to die.
