Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

When I woke up, I was lying on a hospital bed.

Looking at the flood of insults on my phone, I knew my graduation ceremony was ruined.

I let out a bitter laugh, rummaging through my pockets for a while.

Finally, I found a few red bills.

No one was by my side.

“Little girl, your mother went to get some water. Don’t worry.”

The lady next to me seemed to notice my anxiety and gently reassured me.

I was stunned, My mom came?

For a moment, I felt a tiny bit of joy.

Could it be that someone still cares about me?

I eagerly looked toward the door, waiting for my mom to come.

When the door finally opened, I felt a momentary pang of disappointment.

But what I felt even more was an unnameable, profound touch.

“You’re awake? Want some water?”

Maria was always straightforward.

Mid–sentence, she handed me a bottle of water.

“Little girl, your mom really does care about you.”

“Just now, when you hadn’t woken up yet, she kept asking the nurse why you weren’t waking up.

“I saw her eyes were red with worry.”Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

As the lady spoke, I looked up and met those red, tear–filled eyes, but she stubbornly said, “Who cares about you?”

I smiled as tears slipped down my cheeks. “Mom, thank you.”

She froze, her face flushing red.

Seemingly embarrassed, she quickly turned away. “What are you thanking me for? Who’s your mom? I’m just going to get you some food.”

She hurriedly turned around.

But I heard a hint of a sob in her voice.

My gaze followed her closely, and my eyes welled up with tears.

I really… have a mom.

The phone rang incessantly, adding to my frustration.

Just as I was about to hang up, I accidentally answered it: “Why aren’t you home yet? Do you really think pretending to faint will help you avoid this? Come back and apologize to your sister!”

I lost my patience. “Who are you people? Are you insane?”

I decisively hung up, suppressing the bitterness in my voice.

But I couldn’t shake the discomfort.

I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. Just then, Maria walked in.

“Hey, don’t start crying now, I didn’t bully you.”

“Here, take your food.”

“I was gonna get you some pork trotters, but since you’re sick and can’t eat greasy stuff, some congee and side dishes will be good for you. instead.”

I swallowed the bitterness in my throat, swiftly opening the meal box and taking large gulps of the porridge.

“Tastes good.”

“You’re such an easy girl to please just a few bites of porridge and you’re satisfied?”

“If someone bought you pork trotters, would you follow them home?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

With my head lowered, I mumbled softly, “I only want yours, not anyone else’s.”

She paused, her hand gently resting on my head.

It felt warm, making me reluctant to let go.

The phone rang incessantly, and before I could hang up, Maria answered it.

“Your own daughter is sick and in the hospital, and you ignore her, then turn around and accuse her of faking it?”

“You think everyone else is as crazy as you?”

“Why don’t you come and see for yourselves whether she’s really sick or not?”

Maria seemed fed up, snapping, “You must be out of your minds! Even favoritism has its limits -don’t blame everything on this daughter of yours.”

“If you don’t want her, then she’s mine! I’ll take her She hung up the phone with authority

I was stunned for a moment, then broke into a smile

“Maria, do you want to hear a story?”

“Sure, go ahead.”