Since I was young, my mother told me that my body was meant for my sister. I have lived my whole life for my sister. I wasn’t allowed to eat junk food because it was bad for my health I wasn’t allowed to play rough with other children because it could lead to injury. Finally, on my eighteenth birthday, I donated my kidney to my sister. After the surgery, with no one to care for me, I succumbed to an infection and died in the hospital. In my fading consciousness, I thought, without me, they would be able to live happily ever after. But after my death, my mother suddenly stopped loving my sister.