Where do people go after they die?
I have no idea.
But I don't want to die, I want to watch him grow up, and I want to hear him call me mom.
I also want to see him again, the man who occupied my entire youth.
After my death, I worked in the Hall of the King of Hell. I died in childbirth, so I never saw the appearance of my child.
In the eleventh year after my death, the Lord Yama showed his mercy and gave me a wish. Whatever he said was acceptable.
I thought about it and said that I wanted to see the child. He thought about it and said that I could go back to the human world for one day, and after one day he would erase the memory of everyone I had met.
Note: first person/short story
Intention: None
