When he cut open my chest to take my heart back then, he told me the same thing.
My grandma, for once, agreed with me. "Kirk, even a child as young as Candace understands. How could you not? I raised you, and now I'm sick. Will you just watch me die?"
My dad's face turned pale as he said, "Mom, how about letting Candace get tested? She's young and healthy."
He just couldn't bear to sacrifice himself. He knew all along that donating a kidney wasn't a good thing.
Hearing his idea, my mom rushed over and pleaded with my grandma, "Mom, Candace is too young. You can't take her kidney. Just take mine as we agreed on."
I felt both heartache and frustration.
Thankfully, my grandma slapped her. "You can't even bear a son, and now you want me dead? It's settled. Kirk will do it tomorrow. Now get out and let my son have the bed."
With her final word, I quickly pulled my mom out of the room.
As we left, I looked at my dad's miserable smile and heard his trembling voice. "My mom, does it have to be me?"
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Of course, my dad's kidney was the best option for grandma.
It was perfect timing for this mama's boy to show his filial piety.