In the peak of my rebellious teenage years, I often wondered, painfully: if I died, would they regret it? Would my mother shed a single tear for me?

Now, I finally knew the answer.

After the police said those words, she simply replied, "Oh," and hung up.

As if nothing had happened, she walked inside, emptied the mangos, and began preparing the mango pie. Perhaps by accident, the knife pricked her finger. She raised her injured finger and went to the living room to fetch the first aid kit.

That's when Matthew walked in. He looked helpless and disoriented, his lips trembling, "Mom, Rosie, she…"

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