Chapter 7
The lullaby Mom hummed was the same one I had heard when I was little.
She used to tell me I was adorable as a child, with round eyes and chubby cheeks.
Every night, she would sing me to sleep with that lullaby.
But as she sang, she started to cry.
I wanted to hug her so badly, but now that I was only a spirit, I couldn’t. And I would never have the chance again.
The next day, Mom sent my body to be cremated.
It was summer, and corpses spoiled quickly.
During the cremation, Frederick and Timothy stayed on either side, holding her arms worriedly.
They feared she might break down and tried to take her away from the crematorium.
But Mom insisted on staying.
As a spirit, I could only hover near her side.
Through the cremation process, Frederick and Timothy’s faces darkened with pain.
Mom sat quietly in her chair, not crying or making a fuss, just watching the flames in the crematorium.
I remembered what her psychiatrist had said once when he came to our home. He said that people become calmer when they were in a state of extreme mental breakdown.
I was terrified she would have a complete breakdown. No matter how I leaned over Frederick and Timothy’s ears and shouted reminders, they couldn’t hear me.
I had always loved pink. Mom carefully chose a pink urn and gravestone for me.
After the funeral ended, the moment we stepped out of the cemetery, Mom suddenly felt dizzy and fainted.
Maybe it was too much of a shock for Mom. She slept for days without waking up.
Frederick and Timothy were extremely anxious and invited the most professional medical experts from abroad.
Medical experts said that Mom was fine; she was simply too shocked and unwilling to wake up for now.
Through those days she stayed unconscious, Frederick and Timothy stayed by her side day and night.
No matter what medical methods the doctors and nurses used, Mom didn’t wake up,
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At last, Frederick and Timothy came to a decision.
They wanted to perform modified electroconvulsive therapy on Mom in advance.
As long as she forgot all her painful memories, she would wake up.
With the devil and me gone, what awaited her would be a new life.
Mom forgetting her pain should have made me happy.
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But I was part of the pain she needed to erase. I didn’t know why, even though I was happy for her, my heart ached uncontrollably.
I didn’t even have breathing or a beating heart anymore, but it still hurt. It pressed so hard I could hardly breathe.
Seeing Mom happy made me happy too.
Bracing myself, I followed her into the treatment room for the modified electroconvulsive therapy.
During the therapy, I accidentally read her most painful memory.
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