After My Death, Mom Destroyed the Family

After My Death, Mom Destroyed the FamilyChapter 1

I was a middle child, the black sheep of the family, the unloved one, the loser, the unwanted child, you named it. So, it was not so strange that when I died no one in my family cared about losing me.  In fact, deep down, I suspect, that they were actually relieved I had died.   

           

The day that I died was the day when I went home to celebrate The Day of the Death Festival. I was supposed to enjoy the festive atmosphere of the festival with my family, instead, I was burned to death in the old family mansion.  

           

In that final moment of my life, when I arrived at the afterlife, the King of Hell came to see me and made me an offer I could not reject. He wanted to play a game with me. 

           

He said that if I could collect the tears of my closest family members within a month, he would allow me to return to life. However, if I failed, I had to meet the consequences which was for my soul to be scattered and lost forever.  

           

Although there was some doubt in my heart, I thought it would be an easy task to do, so I agreed. He then gave me a pouch to collect the tears of my next of kin. So, I put the pouch across my chest and headed back home. Ready to collect the tears. After all, I just died, okay? Surely, collecting tears from my family members would be easy, right?

           

However, when my spirit finally drifted back to my family, I found out that there was not a trace of sadness on their faces.  They even lived their life as usual as before. In fact, they looked happier.

           

My sister sent a message to my boyfriend, "Andrea is dead. Now we can finally be together without worry that she will know and make a fuss about this. There is no one that will hinder our love anymore.”     

               

My brother told his friend, “Let's get online and play. Who cares if that unlucky thing died? Ranking up is way more important than to care about her. Let's play!”     

           

My father grumbled at my mother, “This useless girl. If she had to die, couldn't she have picked somewhere else? Why did she have to burn down our old mansion? That building is still nice.”