After I Died, Mom Ate My Ashes

My mother is a member of a volunteer rescue team.

Over the course of ten years, she took part in thousands of rescue missions and saved countless lives.

But when I was trapped in a mudslide and called her for help,

she screamed abuse at me and told me to die.

Later, just as she wished, I really did die.

But she went mad, snatched my ashes, and ate them, saying she wanted us to become one.