My older sister died of cancer, but my parents, who had always loved her most, didn't shed a single tear.
Instead, they immediately took my older brother abroad on a trip.
When they came back, they gave me an exquisite, beautiful cloth doll and told me to keep it by my bed every night.
My adoptive mother smiled tenderly at my swollen, red eyes. "You really are a grateful child."
"Isn't this doll lovely? From now on, keep it by your side, and think of it as your sister always being with you, all right?"
I agreed.
After that, I grew weaker and weaker, sleeping through most of the day.
Then, one day, I woke up to find myself trapped inside the cloth doll, unable to move.
And my dead sister... had become me!
Smiling, she snipped away my hair, strand by strand, and cut off my limbs.
At last, she casually tossed what was left of me into a burning brazier.
As the flames consumed me, I saw my parents and brother behind her, smiling with happiness and relief...
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they were going to give me the cloth doll.
