And, did you want to know my darling sister's reaction?
She put on her usual performance, pretending to be a thoughtful sister. “Mom, Dad, don’t be upset. It just shows how skilled she is! Imagine, even those mangled, torn-apart corpses are made whole under her hands. People in the village will probably praise us for having such a talented college graduate in the family.”
My mom and dad were prideful people. They were obsessed with how the people perceived them. They were especially terrified and hated to become the village's object of gossip. Having a daughter who became a mortician would not make them the envy of the villagers, instead, my whole family would be criticized by them.
And, so my sister's words had successfully had the desired effect.
On the other end of the line, they cursed me out for what felt like an eternity. Their final words echoed, “If you don’t quit, don’t even think about coming home!”
That’s my family for you.
I had wondered countless times that if I died one day would they actually grieve for me?
However, when I looked at them standing at the scene of my death, the answer was obvious.
This was the first of my death. No one in my family had shed a single tear.