"Candace, maybe I should do it instead. Your dad is the breadwinner of the family," my mom said.
I pulled her away, but she was still worried about my dad who had caused her death in my past life.
"Mom, grandma doesn't want your kidney," I told her.
I was speechless at my mom's naivety. How could she still not wake up to reality?
"Mom, do you really want to donate your kidney to grandma?" I asked.
"Your grandma has it tough too. Besides, I can live with one kidney. I'm not afraid of a little pain if I can contribute to the family," she replied.
I sighed. Getting my mom out of this family was the real challenge of my rebirth.
Before we left the hospital, my uncle, Tyrone Giles, blocked our path.
"Lydia, why are you here? Are you running away from the surgery tomorrow?" he asked.
I stepped between them and said, "Uncle Tyrone, my dad decided to donate his kidney out of filial piety."
Tyrone was astonished.
"Kirk is truly filial. That's great. After the surgery, you'll have to take care of both of them," he said to my mom.
He was practically throwing his calculations in my mom's face, but she just nodded. "Sure thing. I'll make sure Mom recovers well after the surgery."