Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister Novel by BEIJITA
Chapter 10

Alanna’s POV:

Fairy’s death is on my hands.

I am Fairy’s sister, and as such, I should have cared for and protected her.

Yet, due to my long–term illness, I harbored envy, jealousy, and even resentment toward my own sister.

I envied her health, I was jealous of her ability to live like a normal person, and I resented her for achieving such excellent grades at school. If I had been healthy, might I have been even better than her?

My distorted feelings toward my sister made me blind to her suffering. I took for granted that her sacrifices for me were normal and right.

But I forgot that Fairy was an independent person. My illness had nothing to do with her. Without me, she would not have been forced to eat only what was deemed healthy, to suppress her emotions, or to limit her interactions to family members alone. My existence deprived her of the right to enjoy a normal life. I even felt despicably pleased about it.

Now I regret it deeply. I wish I could go back and speak up for Fairy when our parents criticized her, support her in eating the ordinary foods she loved, in making various friends, in sharing her school joys at home, and in living a life that was truly her own -free from any obligation to anyone else, simply wishing her happiness.

Everything cannot be undone. I hope in her next life, my Fairy has a sister who loves her dearly.

Farah’s POV:

In this life, I grew up healthy and happy in my new family.

My parents and sister doted on me. They celebrated every birthday with me, donning birthday hats and singing songs of joy. They shared in my daily happiness and school achievements, taking pride in my successes.

Every weekend, Dad snuck me and my sister out for junk food. If Mom caught us, we were in for a scolding, but afterward, she cheerfully joined us.

In this life, I was truly content, basking in the warmth of a loving home and savoring every moment of my existence.

As I aged, the memories of my past life blurred, gradually replaced by the joy and happiness of my current life.

On weekends, I begged Mom to take me to buy fried chicken legs. Unable to refuse, she took me, and outside the shop, there sat a disheveled, thin woman with unkempt hair. She remained silent, sitting there every afternoon.

The shopkeeper said that years ago, the woman had a daughter who loved fried chicken legs. But she never let her daughter have any. Now, she waited at the shop every day for her daughter to return and enjoy the chicken legs.

Those who heard her story were deeply moved. Holding my steaming fried chicken legs, I listened to the shopkeeper’s tale and felt a pang of sympathy for the woman and her lost daughter.

-The End –

Book 2 | Sacrificed Myself to Save Him, But He Despised I’m Deaf

I had been with Elijah Terry for six years.

He took care of me with unwavering attention.

On our wedding anniversary, I overheard him on the phone saying:

“How could I ever like a deaf person?”

“I had no choice but to marry her!”

“I have no love for her, only pity and guilt.”

The person on the other end of the line was his first love.