No Kidney For My Perfect Sister
Language: en
It was the fifth year of my estrangement when I found myself serving a table of familiar faces. I carried the pre-ordered cake onto the dining table, and the moment I stepped inside, the family of three froze. Without a flicker of emotion, I finished the chorus of "Happy Birthday," then turned to close the door discreetly. But the daughter chased me out, a slice of cake on a plate held out toward me. "Mom wanted me to give this to you," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "It’s your birthday today too." "They talk about you all the time, Lena," she continued, her eyes growing red.…