My Family Raised Me to Harvest My Kidney

My sister Rebecca's engagement party was coming up.

My mother Linda smiled warmly as she helped me try on my bridesmaid dress, telling me I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

But the next second, I heard her vicious calculations from the depths of her mind:

"The waistline of this dress is perfect—it'll cover the incision nicely. Next week, after we harvest her kidney for Rebecca, Rebecca can marry into the Harrison family in style. As for whether this one survives the operating table... well, that'll be up to fate."

In that moment, I felt like I'd plunged into an icy abyss.