After I Died, My Sister Gained Sight
Language: en
I was born with a heart condition. Doctors said I wouldn't live past eighteen. When I was ten, my parents brought home a blind child, telling me she was my twin sister, Iris. My family doted on me relentlessly, yet they were always distant and cold towards Iris. Everyone whispered that Iris was here to give me her heart. I tried desperately to be good to this sister who looked exactly like me, hoping to soothe the guilt gnawing at my conscience. Finally, my eighteenth birthday arrived. I lay on the operating table. But what they took wasn't my heart. It was my corneas. I died. Iris…