My uncle came to my home carrying a lot of presents. After eating and drinking, Dad and my uncle started discussing the time for the surgery.
But I calmly put down my fork and told my uncle that I was not going to donate a kidney to Gavin.
Dad, who had just received a gift from my uncle, was embarrassed and yelled at me, "Yuki Smith, your brother is ill. How can you be so cold and heartless!"
"I remember that I am the first child in the family. Gavin is not my biological brother."
For my firm attitude, Dad simply locked me in the room to reflect on my mistakes.
My sister, Lucy Smith, brought me food. She persuaded me, "Gavin was so good to us when he was young. How could you just leave him to die? If my kidney was a match, I would save him without hesitation. Saving people is a blessing."
She kept on persuading me, but I ignored her.
It was her business that she was willing to donate a kidney to Gavin, but I didn't want to lose a kidney because of Gavin.
Lucy grew up with Gavin, and they had a close relationship like siblings.