She Had Been Thanking the Wrong Daughter
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My mother studied wolf decay for a living.
For three years, I'd been dying of it—and she thought I was faking.
When I begged her to sign the form for my body donation, she laughed. "You'd better actually be dying this time."
I was.
Days later, my heart sat in a glass case at the front of her lecture hall, and she taught a room full of students how to spot my disease.
She had no idea it was mine.
She had no idea she owed me her life, either. For four years, she'd been thanking the wrong daughter.
For three years, I'd been dying of it—and she thought I was faking.
When I begged her to sign the form for my body donation, she laughed. "You'd better actually be dying this time."
I was.
Days later, my heart sat in a glass case at the front of her lecture hall, and she taught a room full of students how to spot my disease.
She had no idea it was mine.
She had no idea she owed me her life, either. For four years, she'd been thanking the wrong daughter.

















































