"Claire, just let Lorraine see her father one last time."
Grandma shot her a disdainful glance. "What do you know? He's dead, why make a fuss!"
Ignoring Grandma's objections, I insisted on seeing.
"It's not an empty coffin, is it, Grandma? Isn't Dad still alive?"
Grandma's face turned awkward. "Nonsense... Stop saying nonsense!"
Seeing her insist on stopping me, I cried even harder.
"Dad, oh Dad..."
My relatives couldn't stand it any longer. They pulled Grandma aside and opened the coffin.
I snuck a glance at that woman; she still wore that haughty expression, not a hint of panic.
The coffin slowly opened, revealing Dad lying inside.
He visibly frowned at the sudden intrusion of light.
Seeing him like this, I lunged forward in front of everyone.
I cried out. "Dad, how could you be so cruel! How could you leave Mom and me!"
Then, I plunged an awl I had hidden into Dad's thigh.
The scene turned dramatic as everyone witnessed the "dead" man suddenly sit up with a loud yell.
"Ahhhhhhh! It hurts!"
My tears flowed as I watched my "resurrected" Dad.
The attendees held their breath, thinking it was a miracle.
Only Grandma glared at me with angry eyes.