
There is No Coffin in the Coffin Room
by Xiaoman
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During dinner, my father suddenly opened his mouth. I thought to myself that after three months, he was finally willing to speak, but he said, "On the first day of the new year, I am getting married." The chopsticks holding the vegetables stopped in mid-air, and the vegetable leaves fell with a "clack", and my mother's favorite bowl trembled slightly in my hand. I pretended to look at him calmly, "With whom?" Dad lowered his head to eat, his gray head facing me, "Auntie Hua, you've seen her, she lives in the second building opposite." Of course I have seen her. At my mother's funeral, she cried the loudest, but her tears didn't stain any makeup. Fashionable wool curls are permed, and lips are always painted bright red. I took a deep breath and said, "Mom has only been gone for three months." "So?" Dad looked up at me, and the emotion in his eyes felt strange to me. "Should I die alone in this coffin room?" I slammed my chopsticks on the table, "Coffin room! Coffin room! Why do you call it a coffin room? Is there a coffin in here!"...
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