My Parents Forced Me To Donate My Kidney

I was dead. It was my parents’ fault.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing outside the operating room.

Mom and Dad were pacing anxiously as they repeatedly glanced up at the sign that said, “Surgery in Progress.”

The moment the operating room doors opened, they rushed to the doctor and asked, “Doctor, how is our son?”

“Don’t worry. The surgery was performed in time, and the transplant was successful. No signs of rejection. He’s stable.”

Only when I saw the doctor’s unfamiliar face did I understand that my parents had not been waiting for me at all.

I let out a bitter laugh. Of course! Ever since I was a child, they had never cared about me.

I was always the one who got left behind.

Toby’s bed was slowly wheeled out, and my parents hurriedly rushed to his side.

Tears streamed down their faces as they sobbed. “Toby, how are you feeling? Are you in any pain?”

Toby shook his head weakly and said, “Mom, Dad, I feel much better. But what about Wilson? Don’t just stay here with me. Go check on him, or he’ll get upset again.”

The moment my name was mentioned, their joyful faces darkened with displeasure.

“Why’re you bringing him up? It was just one kidney, and he refused to give it to you. You’re his younger brother!

“You were in critical condition, yet he kept making excuses and lied to our faces!

“How could we have raised such a heartless monster? That boy is no son of ours!”

The two of them grew angrier, as if my refusal to willingly hand over my kidney was some unforgivable crime.

Their words were so cruel that even my dead heart twisted in pain.

All these years, no matter how much I did for this family, it was never enough. It was just what I owed them.

Otherwise, I was nothing but a terrible, heartless monster.

My body trembled uncontrollably. My lips quivered. I stumbled over words that would not come. In the end, I said nothing.

Toby chuckled. He faked mock concern and said, “But if we just forced him into surgery, won’t he hold a grudge?”

Mom snorted coldly and said disdainfully, “Oh, please! Dad and I fed and clothed him for years. It’s just one kidney. What is he going to do about it? Turn our worlds upside down?”

Hearing the undisguised malice and contempt in her words, my thoughts drifted back to an hour before Toby’s surgery.

I was brought to the hospital with the impression that I was visiting Toby. But when we entered the hospital, my parents changed their tone and said, “Hurry up and get ready for the kidney transplant for Toby! Your kidney matches his.”

It was the last thing I thought they would say. I trembled and refused. “No! I only have one kidney left! If I undergo this surgery, I’ll die!”

To my shock, Dad hit me from behind and knocked me unconscious. My parents then bound me to the operating table.

As my consciousness faded, I heard him say coldly, “Why are you so selfish? It’s just one kidney.

“He’s your biological brother. What could be more important than family?

“We knew you’d refuse. Good thing we came prepared! You’re truly heartless! What a waste raising you all these years!”

They said nothing mattered more than family. But if Toby was family, then why was I not?

Sure, Toby was their son. But so was I!

But my eyelids felt heavy, and my arms went limp. I had no more strength left to protest. I could only let them do whatever they wanted to me.

When I regained consciousness, I was a wandering ghost.