How Long Until My Time Runs Out?
Two weeks ago, my family and I went hiking and camping.
When the storm hit and the mudslide erupted, my adopted sister shoved me into a ravine. My parents and fiance only cared about my sister. They remained completely unaware of my predicament.
A week later, when the rescue team finally finds me, my parents accuse me of being selfish and malicious. They claim I pushed my sister during the chaos, causing her to fall and fracture a bone.
"You're selfish and reckless. Not only do you refuse to donate a kidney to your sister, but you even tried to kill her!" they yell.
"The bride for next week's wedding will be your sister. She has end-stage kidney cancer, and her dying wish is to marry Ethan. You have to agree to this!"
My parents expect me to throw a tantrum and refuse the idea. But to their surprise, I simply nod and say yes.
They don't know I have a brain tumor and only three days left to live. At this point, a wedding means nothing to me. Neither does my kidney. If she wants it, she can have it. If she wants everything I own, she can have that too. I'm dying. Clinging to anything now is meaningless.
In my final three days, I will give them everything they want and leave behind a perfect image.
And when I die, I hope they won't cry, mourn my death, or feel guilty about the way they treated me. After all, isn't it humiliating to weep for a disobedient daughter who only ever sought attention through manipulation?