I died in a well-designed reality show with "weird rules".
On the last day of customs clearance, I ate a bottle of peanut butter that I was allergic to.
While I was lying on the floor, picking at my throat, my parents and my brother were toasting in the most expensive restaurant in town.
Celebrating that I was finally "brought over".
My adopted sister broadcast live to her mobile phone, her voice sweet: "Sister will never steal anything from me again."
They thought they were a group of excellent animal trainers.
They didn't expect that I was actually dead.
I never expected to see "the living me" again.
Purpose: Native family