The Counterattack of the Stay-At-Home Wife

When I got older, I took turns living in the homes of my three children. The children who grew up loving me all thought I was a burden. There were two days before New Year's Eve. I stayed up for two days and one night in the cold winter with a high fever. No child was willing to take me home. In the end, I starved to death and froze to death. Before I died, I regretted it countless times: If there is an afterlife, I will live for myself! Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes again, I would be back when I was thirty-three years old.