After I Died, My Mom, Who Thought I Was Stupid, Regretted Everything

My mom was a career woman, but I was stupid, scoring only thirty or forty points on every exam. She was furious about it. “You're so stupid. How did I end up with a daughter like you?” She didn't know that I really was dead. I had simply been killed by her stupidity. Not long after I died, she adopted another daughter. The girl was clever and quick-witted, and came first in her grade in every subject. My mom was thrilled. She treated the girl as her pride and joy, and never again mentioned to anyone that she had another daughter. If someone quietly brought me up, she would fly into a rage. “She's not my daughter. My daughter isn't that stupid.” With the adopted girl proudly in her arms, she announced to everyone, “This is my only daughter, and my pride and joy.” What she didn't know was that the girl was my father's illegitimate daughter, and the one who had killed me.