Mom, Dad, I Don’t Want to Play Hide-and-Seek Anymore

When I was seven, an earthquake struck while my sister and I were playing hide-and-seek.

My parents rescued me first, but after three days and three nights of searching, the rescue team still couldn't find where my sister was hiding.

My parents, their eyes red, demanded answers. I could only mutter numbly and helplessly:

“I don't know... I don't know where my sister is hiding...”

From that day on, my parents, who had always spoiled me like a princess, never smiled at me again.

This time, my parents were going to visit my sister's grave. I only said I wanted to go, but Mom broke down again.

“Get out! It's all because you wanted to play hide-and-seek that your sister died!

“You wanted to hide, didn't you? Then get in there!”

She screamed at me at the top of her lungs and forcibly shoved me into a suitcase.

But she had forgotten that it was a combination-lock suitcase. Once it locked automatically, no matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't get it open...