I was dead. My sister, Mia Barlowe, who was just an intern at the hospital, killed me. After my death, my soul returned to my mother's side.My mother, Winona Barlowe, was in the middle of consoling Mia, "Don't worry, Mia. Your sister, Willow Barlowe, is a tough girl. She’s going to be fine. Come on, let me take you home to get some rest."Her eyes were filled with heartache as she looked at Mia. I have never seen her regard me with such tender affection.For years, she had always regarded me with nothing but sheer irritation. Whenever she spoke to me, her voice would be laced with annoyance.I always played it off by pretending that it did not bother me, but that was not true. I only reacted that way because I did not want to come across as weak.Now that I was dead, I could no longer withhold all the bitterness within me.As soon as I got home, Mom's phone rang.When the doctor informed her of my death, she declared stoutly, "That’s impossible! Don’t you have enough competent
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