“What are you talking about?” You are talking about Boy all the time. Have you forgotten that Boy died?” Grandmother tightened her jaw.

“I can't believe he died. He killed my future child!” I cried out.

Grandma sighed. “Your hatred is serious enough. That's why you think Boy stabbed you several weeks ago. I saw for myself that Boy was buried in the ground and that he could not be alive again.”

 “Do you think I’m such an idiot? I don’t believe at all that he’s dead and maybe you already know that he intentionally sent someone who looks like him to receive the social punishment.”

Mom grabbed my arm,...