A Heart Left Behind
Language: en
I was born because my older sister had congenital heart disease. To save up for her surgery, my mom worked three part-time jobs a day, and my dad worked overtime until dawn every single night. My job was to stay home and take care of my sister. I fed her, rubbed her back when she was out of breath, and gave her sponge baths. If she even coughed, I had to jump up immediately to give her oxygen and her medication. Day and night, without a moment's rest. But I never complained. I knew that if I were the sick one, they would take care of me just the same. Until I fainted right before…