Janet nervously clutched her clothes.
The doctor angrily asked, “Do you have any
idea how much pain you’re putting your
daughter through? Don’t you care about your
own daughter?”
“She’s not my daughter! She’s not!”
“I don’t care if you admit it or not. You saw
the girl in the room next door who is now in a
vegetative state? The popstar’s daughter?
She tells everyone she’s her sister too. She
sent her to daycare as a baby because she
didn’t want to get found out.”
“Then, she had another daughter. But her
youngest daughter left her and went to live
with her dad and grandma. Only this daughter
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who she hates offered all her allowance so
that she wouldn’t be afraid.”
But it didn’t last long.
She ate a bunch of sleeping pills because she
thought her mom wanted her dead after she
read her diary.
She never woke up.
Now she knows regret, but it’s too late.
The good ones are the ones who are unloved.
They’re cautious, careful, what did they do
wrong?”
I didn’t think a doctor who only met me once
would notice me.
I wanted to cry.
Janet’s nails dug into her palms.
She embarrassedly looked down.
“So it’s that obvious?”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of that she’s your
daughter. Sometimes, it’s better for you and
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“I don’t know how things were when she was
born, but when a child chooses a mom, it’s
because they love her the most. It was your
choice to have her, not her choice.”
“Every child wants to be loved. If you can’t
love, then don’t have kids. You should treat
them equally.”
After the doctor left, she tried to contact me.
She took out her phone and sighed, then put
it away.
I knew.
She didn’t know any of my friends.
She had no one to ask.
She could only open her phone and post on
social media.
“If you see Amy, please tell her to come
home.”
It was a short message, but she typed it out a
few times.
She deleted it and typed it out again.
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After struggling for a few minutes, she posted
- it.
She went to the dessert shop and bought a
cake thirty minutes later.
The caption for the post was:
“Amy, I know you like sweets. I bought you a
cake. Come home soon.”
She went to the flower shop and bought a
bouquet of white roses thirty minutes later.
“You said you didn’t like red roses. You like
white roses. I bought them for you. Come
home.”
I thought it was so funny.
I liked sweets, but I didn’t like durian.
Mikey liked durian.
I liked white roses because she bought them
for Mikey once and he got mad.
I protected the roses and said I liked white
flowers the most.
She remembered Milovla likes and dislikes
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Rick was upset by her behavior.
He called and yelled at Janet.
“What are you doing? Your son is in the
hospital, and you’re screwing around on
social media.”
Janet calmly replied, “That’s why we should
find Amy as soon as possible.”
He calmed down when he heard that.
The phone rang again as soon as he hung up.
She screamed as she answered the phone.
“Are you sick? I said it’s for Mikey.”
The caller said he was a cop.
“Are you Amy’s family member? We found a
body in the river…”
“You scammer! How dare you make up such
a story to scam people! I curse you!”
She hung up as fast as she could.
She touched her forehead.
She was covered in sweat.
The phone rang again.
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She blocked the number.
She was distracted all afternoon and didn’t go
back to the hospital.
She wandered aimlessly through the streets.
A few people in uniform blocked her.
The neighbors called the police.
They said the couple upstairs always beat a
girl.
They hadn’t seen the girl lately and hadn’t
heard her crying.
They saw the ceiling of the junk room stained
with an unknown liquid, so they called the
police.
The cops showed up after getting the call.
Rick answered the door.
He took the cops to the junk room, but there
was no body.
Rick sighed in relief after the cops left.
The police dogs quickly found the body that
was dumped on the side of the road on the
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What was going on?
Mikey hid me in the junk room.
Rick was the one who noticed something was
wrong.
He asked Mikey.
Mikey said that I killed myself by grabbing the
knife.
Rick didn’t believe him and slapped him.
I knew from his testimony to the police that
Rick had encouraged Mikey to do bad things.
to me.
He knew a long time ago that I wasn’t Janet’s
sister.
Rick had wanted to violate me for a long time
but failed, so he used Mikey to bully me.
The medical examiner would have to do an
autopsy to know if it was suicide or homicide.
Janet ran over and hit him.
“Why did you kill her? Because she’s my
daughter?”
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“Why did you kill her? Because she’s my
daughter?”
“I let you get away with stealing glances while
she’s showering. What more do you want?”
“You weren’t satisfied with a peek, so you
killed her? You animal!”
The police pulled them apart.
Rick was arrested because he got rid of my
body.
Janet filed a letter of forgiveness as a family
member and hired a lawyer.
Rick got out in a few days.
Janet hadn’t gone to see Mikey in the hospital
since I died.
All Mikey had was a nurse.
Just like when I donated bone marrow, all I
had was the hired nurse.
Janet came to the niche where my ashes
were on the day Rick was released.
I didn’t have a grave because it was too
く
Janet dragged me to the crematorium.
After cremating me, she put me in a small
container and sent me to the crematorium’s
storage room.
It was a tiny room, just a few hundred bucks
a year.
The place I lived while I was alive was a
converted patio.
It was cold in the winter and hot in the
summer.
I still didn’t have my own place after I died.
I had a small niche.
Janet spaced out in front of my ashes.
“You can’t die. She’ll be sad if you die. I’m
different. She’ll be happy if I die.”
She repeated that sentence over and over.
She took out my phone without realizing it. She tried the password.
It was mine and her birthday.
She unlocked it on the first try.
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She looked at my posts, but they were only
for me.
Today was Mikey’s first day bullying me.
Mikey burned me with cigarettes.
Mikey started putting garbage in my mouth a
month after he got out of the hospital.
Mikey force–fed me a bunch of medication.
I turned into a fat, bloated mess thirty–five
days after Mikey force–fed me medication.
I’m not going to live much longer, but Mom is
really happy.
She cut my hair while I was sleeping because
I looked as ugly as Mikey.
Mom, you really want me to die, right?
The chance is almost here.
I want you to pull me in.
I’m never going back to school.
Mom told me to hurry up and die.
I’m going to do what she wants.
Janet sobbed as she put away my phone.
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Then, she took out her own phone and looked
at it.
Seven or eight out of ten of her posts were
cursing me.
She always cursed me for not dying.
She deleted the posts where she cursed me.
She broke down as she held my ashes.
“I’m so sorry, Amy. Mom killed you. I killed
your desire to live.”
“You silly girl, I didn’t want you to die. I didn’t
mean it.”
