You Forgot I Could Die

When the end-stage heart failure diagnosis came down, my adopted brother and I were admitted to the cardiac ward on the very same afternoon.

There was only one matching donor heart.

For three agonizing months, our family was locked in a bitter, suffocating deadlock over who would get it. At some point, a video of me in the sterile hospital corridor, desperately asking my parents why their love had become so one-sided, was leaked online. The internet tore me apart.