After I Died, My Parents Regretted It

I accidentally burned the pet dog that my parents cherish. So I was forced to drink boiling water by them.

My throat was severely burned, but my dad turned a blind eye.

My mom condoned my dad's behavior just because they both thought I was a burden.

Not only did they not send me to the hospital, but they also dragged me to the trash can to fend for myself.

Later, a kind neighbor passing by sent me to the hospital. But I was on a razor's edge.

The doctor asked to call my parents, but it took thirty calls before they finally answered.

The doctor told my parents that I was dying and needed them to sign.

"Then let him die! We're taking Nick to see a doctor; we don't have time to deal with this useless person."

Upon hearing this, I couldn't catch my breath and died on the spot.

But later, why were they crying so miserably in front of my grave?

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The taste in my throat was unusually fishy and sweet, not because I ate candy.

It was because I was forced to drink a cup of boiling water. And now my throat was full of blisters.

I blinked my eyes and looked at the doctor with a worried face.

I really wanted to speak, but my throat hurt too much.

The boiling water even burned my stomach, as if it was pierced.

I was in so much pain all over my body that I could hardly speak.

The nurse comforted me and said my parents would be here soon.

But only I knew that they wouldn't come.

I burned their baby; they would never forgive me.

But I was so careful. How could it get burned?

With their gaze fixed on me, my breathing gradually evened out and stopped.

My soul didn't leave, probably because my resentment was too much.

It was floating in the air.

Looking at the emaciated corpse, I thought maybe it was because I was too thin that my parents didn't like me.

If I eat a little more, I will be as chubby as Nick.

Maybe they would like me a little more.

My mom hated me because I looked like my dad.

My dad hated me because I was born from my mother.

But what did I do wrong?

Could I decide my own life?

With regret and incomprehension, I drifted to my parents.

They held Nick in their arms, and the atmosphere was so joyful.

It made me, as a bystander, look ridiculous and embarrassed.

I held back my tears and leaned on my mother's shoulder as if I could feel the warmth of my mother.

I walked to my father's side again and rubbed my hand on his rough palm.

These were all things I had longed for but never received.

It seemed that there were benefits even in death.

But when Nick cried in fear of the injection during treatment, they mentioned me.

"It's all Carroll's fault. She can't even carry a glass of water properly."

"Nick has been with us for three years, but this is the first time I've heard it cry so miserably. It must be in pain."

But Mom and Dad, I'm in pain too.

Why won't you come and see me, pity me?

But then, Dad's stern voice appeared again.

His voice was so cold.

But he was not like this at all when he talked to Nick.

"That liar just said that Carroll is going to die. Good, I hope he dies!"

"He's such a useless person. He can't even do a small thing properly. How can he integrate into society in the future?"

It seemed that whenever I was mentioned, he was really angry.

But mom and dad, I'm already dead.

You useless person, I won't bother you anymore.

Because I'm already dead.

Will you be even a little bit happy for me?