What They Took from Me
My older brother was always my parents' favorite child.
Victor had been sickly since birth, and from the time we were little, I was expected to absorb every misfortune meant for him.
When his kidneys failed, my parents took one of mine and gave it to him.
By then, my own body was already failing, yet when I begged them to treat me a little better, they only glared at me and cursed.
"If you hadn't taken everything from your brother in the womb, why would he have suffered all these years? You owe this family. Pay it back."
With untreated kidney disease worsening inside me, I died after Victor deliberately locked me inside his basement.
It was painful, and it was bitter.
But this life.