On the day of my death, my sister's birthday party went on as planned. The day she decide to announce her engagement to my boyfriend.

My mother called several times, but no one answered. In a fury, she cursed me as an ungrateful wretch.

My brother sent a message scolding me: “Are you so petty that you’re still holding a grudge from two years ago?”

My usually silent father said coldly, “Tell her if she doesn’t come home today, we'll pretend she was never born."

They didn’t really want me to come home; they just didn't want my sister's birthday party to be less than perfect without my blessing.

But I was already dead.