My grandma looked at my dad with hope in her eyes. "Kirk, donate a kidney to me, and I'll be grateful to you forever. You've always listened to me."
"Mom, I'm not young anymore, and I still don't have a son. Tyrone already has a son; let him donate instead!" My dad seemed to have found the perfect excuse, his eyes firming up. "He's younger and healthier, more suitable for donation."
When it came to him, donating a kidney wasn't such a good idea after all.
When he was persuading my mom to donate, he made it sound like losing a kidney was a way to detoxify the body.
So, he knew all along.
My grandma dragged her frail body up and slapped him hard. "Kirk Giles, I'm sick, not dead. Now you want to make your brother suffer?
"He is destined for great things in the future. I won't allow him to have surgery." Her tone softened as she added, "Kirk, you're my dearest son. You've always been filial. Could you bear to see me die?"
"Mom..." My dad's hands trembled. "If I lose a kidney, what will happen to this family?"
I didn't mind adding more fuel to the fire. "Dad, my grandma gave birth to you. Repaying her is the right time to do."