Crushed by Debt, Forbidden to Die
"Here, to our family's future success. Cheers!"
I crouched in front of the fireplace, staring at the cheap nylon scarf that had already been reduced to ashes.
The fire was already beginning to die down, leaving behind just a pile of black ash in its place.
Soon, it was midnight, and fireworks exploded in the sky outside the window, the multicolored lights penetrating through my transparent body as people on the streets cheered and wished each other a "Merry Christmas" and "Happy Holidays".
I just continued crouching in my corner, facing Mom and Dad who were still making plans about the future, and said lightly, "Merry Christmas."