Heart Surgery, My Parents Chose Her

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The day I handed my Stanford acceptance letter to my adopted sister, my parents finally agreed to take me for my heart surgery consultation.

It was a torrential downpour. I waited at the hospital entrance for ten hours, but they never showed up.

Just as I reached for my phone to call them, a text message popped up.

"We have something urgent to handle. Your heart issues can wait a few more days."

Minutes later, I scrolled past Cora's Instagram story.

"The ultimate reward for getting into