I drifted in this house for several days, wondering why I hadn't reached heaven yet, even though my family had already taken care of everything after my passing.

During these days, my mom began to compensate for me frantically.

She bought me dolls and toys I had never seen as a child, comic books I had mentioned numerous times, pretty dresses, and adorable hairpins.

My dad, seeing my mom in this state, muttered an exasperated "unreasonable" before heading out to work. Ryan, equally unable to bear witness to the scene any longer, either left to search for a job or went out to play with friends.

Only my mom stayed...