In my past life, Mom promised to buy me a house as my wedding gift.
I was ecstatic, convinced of her deep love for me.
She mentioned she was short on cash, so I hustled like there was no tomorrow, only to literally work myself to death at my desk.
As a ghost, I returned to check on my beloved Mom.
Shockingly, she and my brother's family were happily settling into a new home, financed by the payout from my death.
The picture of family bliss.
Once again, here I am, facing Mom asking for a hefty sum to get my brother a house for his wedding.
Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone.
Look, Mom, all these loan apps are at your fingertips. Which one catches your eye?
Money in your account in seconds, guaranteed!
***
"Jessie, you rolling with me or staying with your mom?"
I blinked, a stern face suddenly before me. It was Dad, Jim Rivers.
A sense of freefall hit me, not fully recovered from the shock.
Seconds ago, I was hovering above, witnessing Mom spend my last breath's compensation on a house.
They were living it up, a perfect little family.
"Would've thought that kid was worth something. Too bad she didn't kick it sooner; we could've been enjoying this big house for years."
"Pity, though, she was quite the moneymaker."
His feigned sympathy couldn't fool anyone.
"Mom, drop it. We're moving to a new place, no need to drag up bad vibes."
My brother barked at her, disgust plain on his face.
Mom merely smiled a calm, serene smile and held her peace.
The soft glow of the lamp cast a gentle light on her face, her smile tender, her gaze filled with love for her son and grandson.
Turns out, my mom could indeed be a wonderful mother.
The next thing I knew, I was back before the divorce.
