After My Death, My Mother Finally Regrets
The scene of them at the seaside, enjoying their happy vacation, stood in stark contrast to me, who had silently followed behind them, enduring the pain, always seeking approval and love but never receiving a moment of genuine care or tenderness.
Memories of similar scenes in real life resurfaced again and again.
Every time my mother happily took Leisha out to play, I was left alone, anxious, and uneasy at home. Each time I came back from school, hoping to share my day, all I got were cold words or complete indifference.
All these moments intertwined, proving that even in death, my existence was still denied and forgotten.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore reached my ears, clear