After My Death, Mom Destroyed the Family

I was a middle child, the black sheep of the family, the unloved one, the loser, the unwanted child, you named it. So, it was not so strange that when I died no one in my family cared about losing me. In fact, deep down, I suspect, that they were actually relieved I had died.

The day that I died was the day when I went home to celebrate The Day of the Death Festival. I was supposed to enjoy the festive atmosphere of the festival with my family, instead, I was burned to death in the old family mansion.