My Sister’s Heart

My twin sister and I both suffered from congenital heart disease, but there was only one suitable heart available. My parents remained silent, then locked me in a dark room. When I emerged, four of my teeth were broken, and I was covered in bruises. Finally, I relented, signing the agreement to transfer the heart. But what they didn't know was that I didn’t give in because I was beaten into submission. It was because the silver crucifix I wore on my left wrist had cracked without warning. That silver crucifix was a gift from my grandmother, meant only for me. A cracked crucifix, a sign of impending doom.