Mom, I Don't Want to Be Your Daughter Anymore1
In my past life, Mom promised to buy me a house as my wedding gift.
I was ecstatic, convinced of her deep love for me.
She mentioned she was short on cash, so I hustled like there was no tomorrow, only to literally work myself to death at my desk.
As a ghost, I returned to check on my beloved Mom.
Shockingly, she and my brother's family were happily settling into a new home, financed by the payout from my death.
The picture of family bliss.
Once again, here I am, facing Mom asking for a hefty sum to get my brother a house for his wedding.
Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone.
Look, Mom, all these loan apps are at your fingertips. Which one catches your eye?
Money in your account in seconds, guaranteed!
***
"Jessie, you rolling with me or staying with your mom?"
I blinked, a stern face suddenly before me. It was Dad, Jim Rivers.
A sense of freefall hit me, not fully recovered from the shock.
Seconds ago, I was hovering above, witnessing Mom spend my last breath's compensation on a house.
They were living it up, a perfect little family.