I wiped off the blush and looked at my lifeless face in the mirror.
I got hungry.
I went to the kitchen to find something to eat, but I only saw some leftover food from my mother and Carol.
So, they cooked.
They just didn't cook for me.
I looked at the leftovers, and for some reason, I picked them up and put them to my lips.
I wanted to feel the warmth of my family for the last time.
In that way, I could tell the people in the underworld that I also had a family.
They would visit me and offer me a lot of paper money. So other dead people couldn't bully me.
I heard the door move.
My mother took Carol to a salon and gave her a new hairstyle. They just returned, and my father followed behind them.
My mother and Carol were talking and laughing.
My father looked happy, too.
I seemed to be a spoiler, ruining the beautiful atmosphere they created.
They all stopped smiling when they saw me.
My mother frowned and glared at me in anger.
"Caroline Jackson, you're playing victim here because you know your dad is coming home, right? You even ate the leftovers. How could you be so pretentious?"