LOGINMom fell silent for a long while. She didn't scream like she used to, nor did she threaten to kill herself to manipulate me emotionally. She simply sat on the floor and looked up at me. "That's fine. You have every right not to forgive me." She wiped away her tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "In that case, can you stay a little longer? I've never really taken the time to look at you." I didn't answer. The sky outside the window slowly began to brighten. Sunlight filtered through the glass and fell upon my body. I lowered my head and took a good look at Mom for the first time. She seemed to have aged a lot overnight. For the last 18 years, she had always been the princess in this family who needed to be protected. Grandpa and Grandma had indulged her. Dad had always accommodated her. I, on the other hand, had borne everything she refused to face. Now that I was dead, she could no longer shift the blame onto anyone else. …After Mom was discharged from the hospit
Mom was admitted to the psychiatric department. Dr. Campbell went through her medical records from the past 18 years and reorganized them. On the day of the family interview, Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma all came. I sat beside Mom and heard Dr. Campbell ask, "Ms. Sanders, on the tenth day after you gave birth, the hospital recommended that you be transferred to a specialist for treatment. Why did you refuse?" Mom looked at Grandma in confusion. She had been frail back then and couldn't remember much of what had happened. Grandma's eyes darted around. "Evelyn isn't a lunatic. Why would she need to see a psychiatrist? She just had a baby and was in a bad mood. She just needed to go home and rest." Dr. Campbell flipped to the next page. "When your daughter was three, Ms. Sanders threatened to hurt herself with a sharp object for the very first time. The doctor once again recommended that she be hospitalized, but her family refused." Dad explained quietly, "My company had just gone
It didn't take long for my high school to reach out to Dad. My homeroom teacher, Ms. Clark, arrived at the rental apartment with a cardboard box. Realizing how many people were there, her expression turned frighteningly cold. "I've brought Danica's belongings."The box contained a handful of textbooks, a school uniform, three competition awards, and an early college acceptance letter. Dad picked up the offer letter. His hands trembled so violently he could barely hold it.Riverdale Teachers College was the college I had wanted to attend since middle school. I had listed it as my first choice on the college preference form Mom had torn up.Ms. Clark said, "Danica's an excellent student. The school was willing to sign an early development agreement with her. She was supposed to come in today to confirm it." Mom stared at my name on the letter, her lips quivering. "She never told me."Ms. Clark jeered. "How would she dare to tell you? Last year, she won first place in the essa
My body was taken for an autopsy. Mom refused to let the staff cover me with the white cloth. She insisted that I was just asleep. After the doctor made it clear that there was no way I could recover, she collapsed in the corridor, as if all the strength had been drained from her. The cops wanted to know what had happened before I left home. Dad remained silent for a long time before handing them the household separation agreement. Grandma immediately stopped him. "This is a family matter. There's no need to tell them everything." The female officer in charge of the interrogation frowned. "The deceased clearly expressed suicidal thoughts before leaving home, yet you didn't take any action. This is no longer just a family matter!" Mom jerked her head up as if she'd been stabbed. "She never explicitly said that. She just wanted to manipulate us emotionally!"The female officer flipped open her notebook. "What exactly did the deceased say at the time?" Silence fell over the
It had never crossed my mind that even after learning of my death, her first words would still be to blame me. Mom threw herself beside the stretcher before grabbing my shoulders and shaking me violently. "How dare you die? I told you to move out. I never told you to use your death to frame me! It's supposed to be the first day of my new life today, and you just had to die today. You did this on purpose, didn't you?"The police officer could no longer stand it and pulled her away. "Please show some respect for the deceased." Mom thrashed wildly and screamed, "She's my daughter. I can treat her however I want!" This time, no one indulged her. The looks from the strangers around her finally made her realize what she'd just said. All of a sudden, she fell silent. For the first time in 18 years, she'd admitted in public that I was her daughter. Yet, I could no longer hear how sincere she was.The park attendant handed the tin box he'd found to the police officer. "These cards wer
As soon as their words fell, Dad froze as if someone had pressed the pause button on him. He held his phone to his ear and froze in place for what felt like an eternity. Mom was still at the dining table with a plate of spaghetti Grandma had specially made for her, sitting in front of her. They were supposed to celebrate her getting rid of me and starting a brand new life. She wound a forkful of spaghetti around her fork and fumed, "Is it Danica? Has she already regretted leaving us after only a few hours? Listen here, you're not allowed to bring her back!"Dad's lips quivered. "The cops said… Danica's dead."The dining room fell pin-drop silent. Grandma's spoon slipped from her hand and fell into her bowl, splashing grease across the surface. Mom froze for a few seconds before bursting out laughing. "Do you actually believe her? She was talking back to me just yesterday. How could she possibly be dead today? She must've paid someone to put on an act to force us to take her b







