Love by Lottery
"Don’t kiss me yet. We haven’t drawn lots. If Silas sees it, he’ll cry again and say it’s unfair. Maybe he’s already hiding in the bedroom, crying. Today’s his birthday, after all."
Mom glanced at the table where the drumstick was gone. She let out a faint, indifferent snort, her tone firm and certain.
"If he can draw the long stick, I’ll kiss him too. Too bad his luck is horrible. He didn’t draw it. And he already ate the drumstick on the table. He’s just deliberately not coming out. Silas is narrow-minded. Don’t bother with him."
No one could see me, so they didn't know I had already died in the bedroom.