After I Died, Mom Wept as She Pieced My Body Back Together

On my third day as a ghost, I nearly starved to death all over again.

Seeing that I was a child, the underworld messenger took pity on me.

He secretly told me that people like us, who died with resentment in our hearts, had to return to the person we had loved most in life.

We survived by feeding on their "guilt."

I lowered my head and narrowed my eyes.

In a tearful voice, I said, "Then you might as well let me starve to death."

My mother is the person in this world who hates me most.

How could she ever feel guilty?