After I Died, Mom Went Mad

The night I died, my mother, who worked the streets, was at the mall with her new boyfriend, picking out a ring.

My mentally disabled younger brother stole the savings I'd scraped together, blew it all on the lottery, and squandered every last cent.

I called my mother and begged her to send me 120 yuan for my college entrance exam registration fee.

She hung up in disgust. "If you don't have money, go sell yourself. I've done more than enough by raising you until you were eighteen."

But when she saw my bloated, decomposing body, she suddenly went mad and rushed to the rooftop to demand justice for me.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.