A Heart for My Sister

Summary

I was born only because my older sister had a congenital heart defect.

To save money for her surgery, Mom worked three part-time jobs a day, and Dad worked overtime until midnight every single day.

My job was to stay home and take care of my sister.

Feeding her, helping her catch her breath, giving her sponge baths.

The moment she coughed, I had to immediately get up to give her oxygen and medicine.

Day and night, without a moment's rest.

But I never complained.

I knew that if I were the one who was sick, they would take care of me the exact same way.