Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Teacher’s Daughter: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 13

“Evie, I was wrong… I shouldn’t have chased after those hollow honors, shouldn’t have hurt you for them…” she cried, her voice breaking as she whispered, fragmented and desperate.“Won’t you come back? I’ll give back all my accolades… I only want you…”But no matter how she cried, no matter how she pleaded or repented, she could no longer win my response.I floated beside her, silently watching her unravel, my mind calm and still. Once, I had longed for her to set aside those accolades and truly see me. But now, it was far too late.Finally, a staff member carried out a delicate urn.Mom immediately stood, trembling, and reached for it. When the urn settled into her hands, she felt its weight—heavy, solemn, the last trace of me left in this world.She held it close, as if it contained my entire being. She bowed her head, pressed her cheek against the cold surface, and let silent tears soak the box.“I’ll take you to see your Dad.”…Mom carried my urn to Dad’s grave. T

Mom murmured to herself, calling my name again and again, repeating her apologies as if the words alone could wake me from my death.I felt my body growing more and more transparent, my soul losing its weight, as though it could drift away at any moment.I knew my time in this world was running out.My funeral was held seven days after the end of the semester. It was simple—only a few distant relatives attended.Mom wore black and stood before the gravestone, her face expressionless. There was no light left in her eyes; she looked like a statue without a soul.She didn’t cry. Her tears had already dried up during countless sleepless nights.She simply stared at my name carved into the stone, at the enlarged photograph where I smiled with innocent joy. Her lips moved silently, though no one knew what she was saying.After the funeral, Mom returned to the empty house.She walked into the kitchen—the place where I had spent my final moments—and picked up a knife.Sunlight s