After breathing in thick smoke, I fought with all my strength just to crawl to the window. But there I saw my mother sitting by the roadside with my younger brother, eating ice cream. She had completely forgotten that she had another daughter at home.
Consumed by hatred, I was swallowed by the flames. Just before I died, I heard an ethereal voice ask, "If you had another life, would you still want to be her daughter?"
Me: "No. If I had another life, I'd be her mother. I'd give birth to several sons and repay her twice over for everything she did to me in this life."
