Three years after my death, my soul was still trapped next to Katrina Cobb.I witnessed how that once vibrant and bright young woman eventually turned into a cripple. She was hunched over, rummaging through a pile of rotting garbage.I floated above her head, looking at her messy, straw-like hair, my heart aching for her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't shed a single tear."Trina, please, stop picking at the trash. Your hands are all cut…" My ghost-like fingers went right through her filthy cheeks.Yet, she couldn't hear me. She just numbly turned her wheelchair around, preparing to rummage in the next garbage can.Just then, a black car got in her way. The car window slowly rolled down, revealing two familiar faces.It was Mom and Dad, my biological parents, whom I hadn't seen for three years.In that instant, I felt my soul tremble involuntarily."Oh, isn't this that poor little girl from back then?"Mom took off her sunglasses and pulled a handkerchief from her bag, cover
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