A Vengeful Christmas Carol

Synopsis

Days before Christmas, my parents, who had never once reached out to me on their own, suddenly called, saying they missed me and insisted I come home no matter what. Thinking my lifelong sexist parents had finally had a change of heart, I was deeply touched and rushed back to my hometown. But my parents, who were waiting at the station, drove me straight to the hospital. My brother had been diagnosed with kidney failure. They only wanted me home to be tested as a donor. When I turned out to be a match, I begged them through tears, explaining that my health was fragile and that suddenly losing a kidney could wreck my body. But they just scoffed. "You're just being dramatic. The doctor said you won't die from it. If you refuse, you're no longer our daughter!" they said. In the end, my entire family pressured me onto the operating table. After the surgery, my immune system crashed. I caught a severe case of the flu and died alone in that hospital, my heart full of bitterness. When I opened my eyes again, I was back, three days before Christmas Eve.