When I Died, My Father was with His Adopted Daughter

When I was brutally murdered by my enemies, my father was busy celebrating my twin sister’s birthday.

He forgot that my birthday was the same day as hers.

When he received my desperate call, his last words to me were, “I’m celebrating your sister’s birthday; we’ll talk later.”

Three days later, he received a report from someone about a dismembered body found in a dumpster.

He and his police colleagues analyzed the pieces and concluded that I had suffered unimaginable abuse.

After an extensive search, they found nearly all parts of my body – except for my head.