Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

Mom’s POV:

Fairy’s death was my fault.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

I searched the house and found only one photo of Fairy, taken when she was just born. Her large eyes were filled with hope and curiosity about life.

What was I thinking at that time? I thought, finally, my Allie would be saved!

I named her Farah, hoping she would bring happiness for Allie.

From the beginning, I overlooked all of Fairy’s needs. Even her name was chosen for Allie’s sake.

In her letter, Fairy expressed her wish never to be seen again.

What was her mindset when she wrote that? Was it filled with disappointment in us? Did it carry all the grievances of her eighteen years?

Fairy, Mom was wrong. If I could do it all over again, I would cherish you, love you deeply, and make sure you knew you were a treasure to us, not just a means to extend Allie’s life. You were an independent person, a beautiful girl blossoming in her own right.

But as you wished, let us never meet again. I hope in your next life, you find peace and happiness.

Dad’s POV:

Fairy’s death is on my hands as well.

For Allie’s sake, Shane and I decided to have another child. From the moment Fairy was born, I treated her as merely a means to help Allie, completely forgetting that Fairy was an individual in her own right.

Shane and I both unconsciously ignored Fairy’s feelings and needs. Even when she scored first in her class for the first time, instead of celebrating her achievement, we instinctively made her apologize for her success in front of Allie, not allowing her any joy in her sister’s presence.

Gradually, Fairy’s emotions became more repressed. It seemed that nothing could stir her anymore; she grew into the child we wanted–healthy, obedient, and careful not to upset Allie.

After the surgery, Shane and I focused entirely on Allie, forgetting that Fairy had just undergone a major operation herself. I mistook her discomfort from abdominal pain as mere fussiness and chastised her from a position of superiority. I didn’t even notice that Fairy’s bedside lacked a simple pot of water. I was a disappointing father.

Seeing Fairy’s lifeless body filled me with deep regret. If only I had cared more about Fairy at that time, would things have been different? If I had remembered Fairy upon discharge, might I have noticed her discomfort in time to prevent her death?

But there are no second chances. My final wish as Fairy’s father is that in her next life, she is born into a family that offers her pure love.