My brother gave me his kidney without hesitation, calling it an act of love. For months, he was proud of what he’d done. But then something happened, something he wouldn’t talk about. His warmth faded. One day, he looked at me with a pain I couldn’t understand and said, “I wish I never did it.” Not much later, the shocking truth would come to light...
Right after the surgery, my brother Evan was beaming with pride. 'We're connected for life now, sis!' he’d joke, patting his side. His energy was contagious, and I felt more grateful than words could say. Evan visited me daily, and his big smile never wavered. Those months were filled with laughter and gratitude, thinking how amazing it was to have such a loving brother. It seemed like nothing could break our bond.