Gone, and Now They Regret It

My brother died while saving me from drowning. Since then, my mother has been even stricter with me.

On my birthday, I felt unwell and didn’t attend my tutoring class. When my mom found out, she slapped me hard and snapped, “Who do you think you’re letting down, you ungrateful child?! Why couldn’t it have been you? I wish it was you who died!”

I thought when I died, they would be happy, but contrary to my expectation, my mother held my diary and wept.