Dark Revenge Against An Evil Father

"Lydia, stop looking so miserable all the time. Donating a kidney to my mom is a blessing for you." My dad's sullen voice echoed through the hospital room.

My mom, Lydia Cuevas, lying in bed in her surgical gown, didn't look well at all.

My dad kept complaining, "Didn't the newspaper already give you an award for it? What more do you want? With that sour face, how do you expect us to get through the days ahead?"