The Drifter's Memoir of a Second Life
I was eighteen when I donated one of my kidneys to Susie Grant, but she died to transplant rejection anyway, and I was chased out of the Grant family.
Before long, the surgery incision festered, and I died of infection in the streets.
When I opened my eyes again, I was five once more, and it was the day I was taken back to the Grant family's home.
But this time, my brother Harry stepped in front of our parents, pointing at me as he said, "There's been a mistake. She's not actually my sister."
Seeing the look of contempt in his eyes, I knew he had reincarnated too.
As our parents left in disappointment, he shoved me a piece of candy and told me, "The Grant family just needs one daughter. There's no place for you among us if you can't save Susie."