Time passed slowly. My consciousness began to fade.The air inside the coffin had become filthy and stale, filled with the smell of my own waste and the scent of death.I no longer pressed myself against the crack in the coffin, desperately chasing that tiny bit of hope, nor did I waste the little strength I had left to call out whoever walked by, begging for some attention.I simply lay there in silence, holding Andy's hand, because I knew I was going to die.When I was little, I once asked Mommy what death meant while watching TV. She gently stroked my hair and answered softly, "Dying means saying goodbye forever."I buried my face in her arms and mumbled like a spoiled child, "Then I never want to die. I don't want you to die either, Mommy."But now, it was time for me to go. After all, no one in this world welcomed me anymore—not Daddy, not Mommy, and not Grandma. If my death could make them all happy, I would do it.On the last day—the seventh day of the punishment—Andy was
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