I was 13 years old, and in this same hospital room, my grandma brainwashed me too. It wasn't until My mom collapsed from exhaustion in the fields that I realized I had been hiding under her wings, unwittingly becoming an accomplice to her death.
Now before my mom could finish her words, I ran up and grabbed my grandma's chubby arm, crying, "Grandma, I don't want you to die. I want you to live a long life."
"Come on. Don't say something so unlucky before the surgery?" snapped my dad.
He slapped me on the head, making me dizzy.
"Grandma, I just dreamt that after you got my mom's kidney, there was a strong rejection, and you didn't make it through the week.
"Grandma, the doctor who operated on you was Dr. Pugh. The surgery was successful, but your body didn't accept my mom's kidney. It was so painful when you passed."
Seeing the fear in my grandma's eyes, I knew she believed me.
There was no way I should have known the doctor's name at that time.
They had kept it a secret from my mom and spent all the family's money to book the surgeon.
In my previous life, the surgery had gone well. my grandma even outlived me. But this time, I wouldn't let them take my mom's kidney or her life.