My only hand trembled, almost beyond control.
No matter how careful I was, trying to salvage the photo from the rainwater, it still shattered into pieces. Sticky and stuck to the ground, like mud.
It was the only photo of the three of us.
Three years ago, my younger brother got into high school. We went on our first trip together and took this photo at a scenic spot.
In the photo, all three of us were smiling brightly, as if every day ahead was sunny and worth looking forward to.
But it shouldn't have ended like this!
My mother donated her heart, wanting to save her younger son's life, but her last chance of survival was taken away.
How desperate my brother must have been, lying on the operating table.
Would he call my name? Would he hate me, his stupid older sister?
It was all my
