My father was furious. He took off his rubber gloves and sternly said, "Her? That sinner? Does she even deserve to celebrate her birthday? She must have entered society now and has aborted several abortions for others! This kind of person deserves to die, and I won't allow you to mention that sinner in front of me!"
My father's words were like knives stabbing my heart.
It hurt so much.
Dad, I had always been your daughter.
Why did you insult and berate me like this?
It wasn't my fault when Mom passed away all those years ago.
I had repented, truly repented for a long time, Dad.
"Neil, it's been so many years already. Ann has suffered enough without a mother." Aunt Yvonne couldn't hold her words any longer.
"If it wasn't for her causing Yara's death, how could I be left without a wife? How could she be left without a mother? This sinner, she should never have been born into this world. Her birth was a mistake from the very beginning! She deserves to die, she deserves to die! Yvonne, remember this, she killed your sister-in-law! Don't mention that damned bastard again!"
Dad's face turned red, his neck swollen, as he inadvertently pointed at the body bag.
A bitter taste filled my mouth, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't utter a word.
It's alright.
Dad, you have gotten what you wanted now.
The one lying here was your most hated daughter.
The evil creature, the sinner!
Mom, Dad was so fierce.
When I see you again, will you still accept me?
I am your child!
I am your own flesh and blood.
While Aunt Yvonne continued to berate him for his unreasonable behavior, she left the house and kept trying to call me.
My phone was turned off, so she started sending me text messages, urging me not to wander around outside.
It's no use, Aunt Yvonne. The one inside the body bag was me.
The DNA results would take about two days to come out, and my body was placed in the morgue.
They couldn't even find something proper for me, so they put me in several jars.
I felt so cold.
When would I be able to leave? I missed my mother so much.
A day later, Aunt Yvonne returned to the police station and went straight to find my father.
She saw him still investigating the surveillance footage.
"I couldn't get through to Ann these past two days. Neil, has she called you or sent any messages?"
My father ignored her, and only a few colleagues working on the case shook their heads in response.