On the day my pregnant adopted sister married my fiance, I was hit by a car and sent tumbling down a cliff.
As I lost consciousness, I could still hear my mother cursing me.
“If you don't come back today, don't ever come back. You might as well die out there!”
“An'an is all we need in this life. You were only ever here to make trouble for us.”
At the bottom of that cliff, overrun with snakes, insects, rats, and ants, I slowly rotted away until all that remained was a pile of bones.
Six months later, a group of hikers found my remains beneath the cliff.
But when my family, who had once hated me to the core, found out, each of them was devastated with grief, nearly driven mad.
