After Five Years, She Still Wants My Corneas
Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down.
"Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!"
"Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing.
My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag."
My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."
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