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When my younger sister desperately needed a kidney transplant, I never hesitated.
Appointments.
Weeks of uncertainty.
“If my kidney can save her life,” I said, “then she already has it.”
I thought I was saving my sister.
A New Beginning
The surgery was successful.
Our family celebrated what felt like a miracle.
He drove my sister to follow-up appointments whenever I was too tired.
He brought her groceries.
At first, I was grateful.
I thought I had married a compassionate man.
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