On Christmas Day, when families everywhere were gathered together, I, Sophie Jackson, died.During the day, I had worked twelve straight hours unloading packages just to meet a deadline. I hadn't even had time to take a sip of water.When I got home, I was made to kneel for another two hours simply because my sister, Rosie Jackson, said the fish I'd cooked was too salty.When death came for me, I thought, 'I can't die yet. I haven't finished atoning for my sins.'In the final second before my consciousness faded, I surprisingly felt no fear.I didn't know how much time had passed before I felt my body floating in the air.I looked down and saw myself.My corpse was so frail it looked like a skeleton. My eyes were sunken, my cheekbones protruded, and my face had turned a ghastly gray.'I look awful,' I thought bitterly to myself.Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared before me.The bone-chilling cold vanished.Instead, I was hit by the rich aroma of butter.I opened my e
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