Before Donating, I Saw the 60% Match—Not Cutting This Kidney!

Right before I gave my kidney to save my mother, I happened to see the transplant match numbers floating above everyone's heads.

Above my sister, the one who'd been doted on all her life, was 80%.

Above my twin brother, born only minutes apart from me, was 85%.

I blinked, not believing it, and found an excuse to go to the restroom.

Only to see that above my own head sat just 60%.

My whole body went rigid. I told myself it had to be pre-surgery nerves, some hallucination.

Then I heard my mother, her voice low, warning my sister and brother.