The Kidney My Mother Stole

It took two lifetimes to realize my mother's obsession with her brother was terminal. There was no cure for her brand of madness.

She drained our family dry just to ensure my uncle lived in luxury. Every drop of our blood was a sacrifice on the altar of his happiness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of my high school entrance exams. My brainwashed mother was already at it, putting on her best performance of maternal guilt.

"Your Uncle Terrence has always been good to you, R