Dad refused to pay for my cremation after I donated my heart to Mom.

The moment my breath stopped.

My mission in this parallel world was finally complete.

My heart went to Mom, my kidney to Dylan, and my spleen to Michael.

When I died, beneath the white sheet, both my legs were missing.

They were amputated to save Dad when he nearly fell down the stairs.

They knew nothing of this.

So, when Mom didn’t see me after her surgery, her heart turned so cold she wanted to disown me.

Dad immediately canceled my card.

Then, a call from the crematorium reached Mom, who was busy preparing Chloe, my adopted sister’s, coming-of-age party.

“Excuse me, but your daughter’s body is starting to smell.”

“When will you transfer the cremation fee?”

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