You sit silently on one of the chairs in your sibling's hospital room. Another organ failure. Not to change too much. You're not angry, it's sad to say, it's not your sibling's fault. But it hurts a little. Your parents hold hands while I announce the verdict, tears in their eyes.

"Madam Sir, I'm sorry to tell you this but your child is going to need a lung transplant... But finding donors is super complicated with this kind of donation. I can't promise you anything, I think that given your child's illness, you suspected it a little..."

I'm surprised to see the sudden hope and relief on their faces. Usually this kind of news provokes the opposite reaction... I don't understand.