After I die, it will be too late for my parents to regret

I died on the day they were happily celebrating as a family.

When both my adopted sister and I were in a car accident, the first thing my mom did to me was a slap on my face.

“How could you not take better care of your little sister?”

Ellie needed a blood transfusion, and my mom called me while I was barely holding on to life.

“Ellie needs blood. Hurry and come give her a transfusion. Even if you die, make sure to give your blood before you go.”

As she wished, I died on my birthday.