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🍀 💔Mom, Please Love Me Again - HOT
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00:00My mom called me a liar from the day I was born, not because I actually lied, but because of
00:04this
00:05thing on my wrist, the Verity band. Mom was obsessed with science-based parenting, so when
00:09my twin sister Emma and I were born, she strapped these bands on us. Green light means truth, red
00:14light means you're manipulating reality. Emma's band? Always green. She could literally cut up
00:19mom's designer dress and blame the cat, and that little device would glow like a Christmas tree.
00:24Not me. She'd say. Green light. Believe me? Mom, I'm hungry. Flash. Red light.
00:29Instant punishment. And mom's punishment wasn't gentle. No food. Locked in my room. Digital
00:34blackout. No phone. No wifi. Nothing. The machine doesn't lie, Stella. Starve now, learn later.
00:42I'm doing this for your own good. After 10 years of this, I started believing it too. Maybe I really
00:48was born wrong. New Year's Eve, everything changed. Mom was getting ready to take Emma to see the ball
00:53drop in Times Square. And that's when the pain hit, like a knife twisting in my gut. I collapsed on
00:58the
00:58floor, my skeletal frame curling into itself. Mom. Please. It hurts. Nice try, Stella. Faking sick
01:08to crash our night? Pathological. She grabbed Emma's hand and headed for the door. I wanted to
01:13scream. But part of me thought, maybe she's right. The band is red. So I must be lying. I must
01:18not
01:18actually be in pain. Sorry, mom. I won't lie anymore. But the pain got worse. Way worse. The door handle
01:25turned. For one second. I thought, she's coming back. She's a doctor. She'll know something's wrong.
01:31Hurry up. The fireworks are starting. Emma's waiting. Mom's voice was ice cold. Mom. Please.
01:40Something's really wrong. I feel like I'm dying. She glanced at my wrist. Red light flashing like
01:46crazy. She crouched down, grabbed my chin, forced me to look at her. Stella, how long are you going to
01:52keep this up? Can't you just be honest? Stay here and think about what you've done. Dad appeared in
01:58the doorway. Honey, should we at least leave her some food? Mom stood up, brushing off her hands like I
02:03was dirt. Food? She has a stash of snacks she bought with stolen money. She won't starve. Lock
02:09the door. When that band turns green, we'll talk. Dad hesitated. But what? Soft parenting is why she's
02:16like this. Look at Emma. Her band is always green. Stella's just a compulsive liar. She needs
02:22discipline. But my closet was empty. Emma stole that money. Emma ate those snacks. Emma just stood
02:28there with her glowing green band saying, Not me. And mom believed her. I didn't take it either.
02:32Red light. Three days locked up with nothing but bread and water. Mom turned to leave. Mom turned
02:37to leave. Emma peeked through the door, made a face at me. Bye sis. We're gonna see the pretty
02:43fireworks. Her band glowed soft green. So pretty. The door locked. The house went silent. Just me
02:49alone. The pain was unbearable. But I kept thinking, Mom's right. The machine doesn't lie. The band is
02:54red, so I must be lying. I kept repeating it like a prayer. Eventually, I almost
03:02believed it. The pain, dulled. Or maybe I was just going numb. I crawled to my desk. I had
03:07to write. That was the rule. If the band glowed red, I had to pen a thousand word apology essay.
03:12Or mom would never let me out. I am a liar. Write it down, and maybe mom would forgive
03:17me. Maybe she'd even take me to the hospital. I opened my journal. Pages and pages of apologies
03:22I'd written over the years. Sorry I lied. I won't do it again. But this time, I wanted to
03:26write the truth. My vision blurred. I could barely see. My hand shook as I wrote. Mom, I really
03:31love you. It really hurts. Why won't you believe me? Please believe me, just once.
03:38The moment I finished the last word, the pain vanished. Just, gone. I felt light. Weightless.
03:44I looked down. I was floating. And there, slumped over the desk, was my body. Motionless. The
03:49Verity band still flashing red on a dead girl's wrist. Oh, I'm dead. But I never learned how
03:54to be honest. Sorry, mom. I heard laughter. I heard laughter. Mom, dad, Emma, coming through
03:59the front door. Mom's voice was so warm. Tonight's fireworks were amazing. Especially
04:05that smiley face one. Just like our Emma. I'd never heard her sound like that when she
04:10talked about me. I floated toward them, my ghost self moving on instinct. I wanted to help them
04:15take off their coats. That's what I always did. Mom, I reached out to hug her. My arms passed
04:19right through her body. Like wind. She shivered. Why is it so cold in here? Is the heat off?
04:24I stood there, staring at my transparent hands. Right. Dead people can't hug the living. Dad
04:29said casually. Should we check on Stella? She hasn't eaten. Still the good cop. I looked at mom
04:34hopefully. If she finds me dead, will she be sad? Will she regret it? Starve for all I care. This
04:40whole fake sick for attention thing is out of control. She pushed open my door. Didn't even turn
04:44on the light. In the dim glow from the hallway, she saw me slumped over my desk. I looked like
04:49a
04:49skeleton. Hadn't moved. Mom's voice dripped with sarcasm. Still putting on an act? Think
04:54I'll carry you to bed? Stella, you're 10 years old, not 5. Emma squeezed past her, held up
04:59her wrist with that smug little grin. Look, my band's green. Stella's is still red. She's
05:05lying even in her dreams. Mom patted Emma's head. That's my good girl. Ignore the liar.
05:11Let her stay there. Maybe she'll learn how to be honest. Should we at least put her in bed?
05:16It's freezing. Put her in bed? The parenting expert says cold treatment
05:20is the answer. Look at that red light. She's still in full defiance mode. No reflection at
05:27all. Come on, we have to visit grandma tomorrow. The door locked again. I floated next to my
05:31corpse, staring at that single point of red light in the darkness. Mom, if you just stepped
05:36closer, if you just touched my hand, you'd know I was ice cold. But you didn't. You believed
05:41the machine. Not the daughter you carried for 9 months. That night, a rat crawled out
05:46of my empty closet. I used to scream whenever I saw rats. But now I just floated by the ceiling,
05:51watching it scurry across my dead body. It bit into my toe, but no blood came out at all.
05:55I didn't feel anything. Finally, no more pain. It's okay. You can't feel it anymore. It'll
06:02be over soon. The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. No warmth reached my body.
06:07In the kitchen, I could hear mom making breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs crept under my door.
06:12My favorite. But mom always said liars don't deserve meat. So I only ever got steamed broccoli.
06:17She was clanging the pans extra loud on purpose, trying to tempt me out. Trying to make me give
06:21in and apologize for things I never did. In the old days, I might have caved. I might have confessed
06:26to anything for one bite of scrambled eggs. But I don't need food anymore. Dad asked,
06:31reading his paper. Stella still hasn't come out?
06:33She is so stubborn. She can eat or not. I don't care.
06:37Emma walked to my door and made a big show of sniffing the air. Then she screamed dramatically.
06:42Mom! Stella's room smells gross! Did she poop in there?
06:46I floated by the door, watching my sister with bitter amusement. The heat was on full blast.
06:51After just one night, my body had started to rot. Now mom would hate me even more. Mom stormed over.
06:57Stella! Are you an animal? The bathroom is right there! Did you seriously go on the floor just to
07:03spite me? I remembered being six. I had food poisoning. Couldn't make it to the bathroom in
07:08time. Soiled my pants. Mom didn't help me clean up. She made me stand in the yard. Pointed at me
07:13and told the neighbors. Look at this. She's such a mess. She can't even use the toilet by herself.
07:19Now she thought I was dirty again. Leave her. Let her sit in her own stink.
07:23But dad stood up, frowning.
07:28That smells really bad. I should check. Could be a dead mouse or something.
07:33My heart, if I still had one, leapt.
07:35Dad, please open the door. I'm right here. Just turn the handle and you'll see I'm not moving.
07:42You'll see my face is black.
07:44I waved my transparent arms frantically. Dad's hand touched the doorknob. His phone was ringing.
07:49Dad's face went pale.
07:50What? The server crashed? Okay, okay. I'm on my way.
07:54He grabbed his coat. Honey, there's an emergency at work. I'll be gone for a few days.
07:59Wait, what about Stella? He was already out the door. I froze. So close. One second away. If that
08:05call had come one second later, I would have been found. Maybe then I wouldn't have brought it alone.
08:09That afternoon, mom took Emma shopping. The house was empty except for my corpse. When they came back
08:14that night, loaded down with fancy lobster and gif, the smell had gotten worse. Mom gagged the second she walked
08:20in.
08:20Stella, are you trying to turn this place into a dump?
08:23She didn't even open my door. Just grabbed duct tape and sealed the gap at the bottom.
08:27You want to be disgusting? Fine. Stew in it. Don't stink up my house.
08:32She patted her hands together. Satisfied. Then went to steam the lobster. I stared at that sealed door.
08:37My last shred of hope suffocated under that tape. So that's it. I'm worth less than a lobster dinner.
08:42By day three, even the duct tape couldn't contain the smell. Mom was arranging fresh flowers,
08:47trying to cover it up. But the stench of death is unmistakable. Sweet. Rotten. Oily.
08:51She cut a rose stem too hard. A thorn pierced her hand. She snapped. She grabbed a rolling pin from
08:56the kitchen. Stella, I'm done with you. You disgusting little brat. Time you learned what
09:04real pain feels like. I floated in front of her, waving my arms desperately. Don't come in mom,
09:10please. I'm decomposed. You'll be scared. Even though she never loved me, I didn't want her to
09:17see me like that. But she walked right through me, ripped the tape off, jammed the spare key
09:21in the lot. Bang. The door flew open. The smell hit her like a wall.
09:28She stumbled back, dry heaving. Stella, what are you doing? She saw me, still slumped over the desk,
09:34back turned, not moving. To her, this was the ultimate rebellion. I'm talking to you. She
09:39marched over, raised the rolling pin, but stopped. She wanted to see my face first. Wanted to see my
09:45defiant expression. She grabbed the back of my shirt. Grabbed my skin. The moment she touched me,
09:49she froze. Through the thin fabric. Her hand didn't feel warm flesh. She felt cold, hard,
09:55dead meat. But momentum carried her forward. She yanked. Crash. My body, stiff as a board,
10:00toppled backward, taking the chair with it. And there was my face. Blue black. Eyes bulging.
10:05Features twisted in agony. On my blackened wrist, the Verity band hung lifeless. No red light.
10:10No green light. Just silence. Thud. My journal slid off the desk. Fell open at mom's feet.
10:15The last page stared up at her. Mom, my stomach really hurts. The band is broken.
10:21I'm not lying. Please don't punish me. Mom screamed. Not a human sound. A raw,
10:26guttural shriek that tore through her throat. She stumbled backward, slammed into the bookshelf.
10:30A vase shattered. But she didn't seem to feel the pain. She just stared at me, eyes wide,
10:35unblinking. No. No, no, no. This is makeup. Special effects. Stella, get up. I'm not,
10:41I'm not mad anymore. Stop scaring me. The second her skin made contact with my corpse,
10:45she recoiled like she'd been burned. That cold was too real. Mrs. Lisa from next door called 911.
10:51She'd heard the screaming. When she saw what was in my room, she collapsed in the hallway. Within
10:55minutes, sirens. Police. A medical examiner. They pulled up the crime scene tape. Cameras flashed
11:01over my body. Mom sat on the couch. A female officer's hand on her shoulder.
11:05She was faking. She always lies. The band was red. Machines don't lie. I was just teaching her.
11:14I was doing it for her own good. No one responded. They all looked at her like she was a
11:18monster.
11:19The medical examiner crouched next to my body. He muttered under his breath.
11:23Severe malnutrition. Organ failure. This kid was starved for at least a month.
11:29He carefully tried to remove the Verity band. But it had. Fused. Damn it. He cursed. He had to use
11:35tools to pry it off. RIP. Even dead. My soul flinched. A cop picked up my journal. Put on gloves.
11:40Started reading. His face went from neutral to horrified. Mom's eyes locked onto that book.
11:45Suddenly she lunged for it. That's her confession. She admits she lied. Look. She wrote it herself.
11:52Back off. We'll determine what's true. That's when dad got home. He saw the black body bag being
11:57wheeled out on a stretcher. Saw the long zipper that sealed away my entire life. His legs gave out.
12:02He collapsed. Wet himself. Emma stood nearby. Sobbing in confusion. She pointed at the blood
12:07stained Verity band on the evidence table. Why is Stella's band black? Mine's still green. See?
12:14She held up her wrist. The green light blinked cheerfully. It was grotesque. The cop started
12:19questioning mom in the living room. She grabbed the Verity band off the table like it was a life raft.
12:23That band proves she was lying. Red light means lie. I never abused her. The machine told me.
12:32I was just educating her. The officer looked at her like she'd lost her mind.
12:37Ma'am calm down. The victim shows signs of extreme malnutrition.
12:41Mom was shaking now. That's discipline. That's teaching her to be honest.
12:46Then she did something insane. You don't believe me? Fine. I'll wear it. I'm not lying. Watch.
12:51It'll be green. She snatched the band. Still stained with my blood and bits of skin.
12:56And jammed it onto her own wrist. Click. Lock. The rubber pressed against her skin. Sticky. Cold.
13:01She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She needed to prove she was innocent. Needed to
13:05prove her parenting was right. She held up her wrist. Watch. I'm Rachel. I'm Stella's mother. That's a fact.
13:13Absolute truth. The red light exploded. Bright. Violent. Like a fresh wound tearing open.
13:17Mom's confident expression shattered. She slapped the band like it was a broken TV.
13:22What? No! I said the truth. I am Rachel. It's broken. The examiner broke it. Let me try again.
13:30She started talking faster. Panic rising in her voice.
13:34I never abused her. I did it for her own good. I love her.
13:40The red light flashed faster. And suddenly. She remembered. Me. 10 years old. Getting the
13:45maximum punishment. Curled on the floor. Biting my lip so I wouldn't scream. Is this what it felt
13:50like? Mom lost it completely. She started screaming at the band. Spit flying.
13:55Why is it red? I'm telling the truth. Turn green. You piece of junk. You're framing me.
14:00But the red light kept flashing. Like it was mocking her.
14:03You're a liar. You're a liar. You're a liar.
14:06Enough!
14:06A tech officer stepped forward. He'd had enough of this circus.
14:10Stop. That device isn't a lie detector.
14:12He picked up the user manual they'd found during the search. Slammed it on the coffee
14:16table. He walked toward mom. And his voice turned cold.
14:19This is a basic biometric monitor. It measures skin conductivity and heart rate.
14:24When you're nervous. Scared. In pain. Your heart rate spikes. The light turns red. That's
14:31it.
14:31Think about your daughter. Ruptured antics. Organ failure. The pain must have been unbearable.
14:37Her heart was racing. She was terrified. And what did you see? A red light. So you punished
14:43her more. Which made her more scared. Which made her heart beat faster. Which made the
14:48light redder. You turned her cries for help into a torture device. You starved your daughter
14:55to death. Boom. Mom's world collapsed. She sat there. Staring at the flashing red band
15:00on her wrist. And finally understood. For 10 years. Every red light wasn't because I was
15:05lying. It was because I was scared. Scared of her anger. Scared of being misunderstood.
15:09Scared of eating food I was allergic to. I was in pain. Pain that made my heart race and sweat
15:14pour down my face. I was desperate. Desperate for a hug. For her to hold me the way she held
15:19Emma. Every single signal from my frightened heart. She interpreted as proof of my lies.
15:23Mom suddenly screamed. She clawed at the band. Get it off. Get it off. It's red. I'm not
15:29a liar. I'm not. Stella can't take it back. I'm sorry. It's all my fault. This little bit
15:35of pain. And she was breaking. Mom. I suffered for 10 years. The cops needed evidence for
15:40charges. So they opened my journal in front of my parents. The female officer's voice was
15:45soft. But each word cut like a knife. February 14th. Sunny. Mom put celery on my plate. I'm
15:52can't eat it. Mom. I can't eat celery. Otherwise my throat will swell up. But because I was scared
15:58of making her angry. My heart raced. Red light. Mom said I was picky. Lying. Made me eat the
16:03whole plate. That night I threw up blood. My throat felt like it was on fire. Mom saw it
16:08and said I'd snuck tomato juice. That I was faking. She punished me for 10 more minutes.
16:12Mom's hand flew to her mouth. She was shaking violently. She remembered that night. She really
16:17did think it was tomato juice. She didn't even look closely. Just turned away to read
16:21Emma a bedtime story. That was blood. From a swollen, torn throat. Dad couldn't take it
16:26anymore. This man who'd been invisible for 10 years. Who always stayed out of it. He snapped.
16:31He lunged at mom and slapped her across the face. You monster. What did you do? That was
16:36your daughter. You treated her like an animal. Mom fell to the floor. Blood at the corner of
16:41her mouth. But she didn't fight back. Didn't cry. She just stared into space. Muttering.
16:46Then her eyes landed on Emma. Cowering in the corner. It's her. It's Emma. Emma's band was
16:52always green. Emma was the good one. If it wasn't for that green light making me trust her. I
16:58wouldn't have believed the red light so much. This is Emma's fault. All eyes turned to Emma. That
17:03little princess we'd all protected. The cop walked over. Gently removed the green Verity band
17:08from her wrist. Took out a screwdriver. Pried it open right there. Crack. The plastic shell split.
17:13Inside? No sensors. No chips. No heart rate monitor. Just two cheap LED lights and a watch
17:18battery. The circuit was hardwired. Power on. Green light. That's it. This is a $2 toy. The circuit
17:26is hardwired. Power on. Green light. No matter what she said, did, or lied about, it would glow
17:31green forever. Your so-called science-based parenting was a joke. A sick, biased joke.
17:37Mom stared at the broken plastic. That was her truth for 10 years. That was the evidence
17:42she used to convict me. A toy. One that put me in hell while Emma lived in heaven. So
17:46I wasn't a liar. I wasn't a bad kid. Then what was all that suffering for? I laughed.
17:51Laughed until I cried. Turns out ghosts can cry too. The officer turned to the last page
17:55of the journal. Her voice broke. Mom, if I die, will the band stop glowing red? Or
18:01if it turns green, will you hug me then? I'm not lying. My stomach hurts so much. Like
18:07knives. Next life, please don't make me wear the band. Please. I just want to be a normal
18:13kid. I want to eat your steak burgers. Mom stared at the shattered pieces of plastic
18:18on the table. That green light she trusted without question? A cheap piece of junk. Because
18:22of that toy, she spoiled Emma for 10 years. Because of that cursed red light, she tortured
18:27me for 10 years. Mom started laughing, her voice cracking with every sound.
18:33I killed my honest daughter. And I worshipped a liar.
18:38She'd lost her mind. For real this time.
18:42My death became front page news. Mrs. Lisa, the neighborhood gossip, posted everything online.
18:52The internet exploded. Monster. Murderer. She doesn't deserve to be a mother. Comments
18:57poured in like an avalanche. Someone doxxed mom. Our address got leaked. People threw red
19:01paint on our door. Wrote death in huge letters. Dad got arrested too. Neglect. Failure to protect.
19:06He wasn't there when I died, so he got off light. But his company fired him immediately to avoid the
19:11PR nightmare. Our family went bankrupt. Sold the house, the car, everything, to pay legal fees.
19:17Dad couldn't stand living with that psycho anymore. He took what little money was left and Emma,
19:21and disappeared. Emma was a bad seed, sure. But she was still his blood. Before they left,
19:26Emma tried to take her green band. Dad stomped on it.
19:30Why the hell would you want that piece of trash?
19:32Mom got out on bail. The psyche Val said she had severe PTSD and psychosis.
19:37They left her alone in that rental apartment. The one that still smelled like death. Her mental
19:41state deteriorated fast. She started talking to me like I was still there. And she refused to take
19:46off the red light band. To punish herself, she'd added a shocked device to it. One that delivered
19:51a jolt the second the light flashed red. She said the small shocks were the only thing that eased her
19:55guilt. It was her self-imposed punishment. I floated around the apartment. Watching her unravel day
20:00after day. She'd cook a whole table of food. Then talked to the empty air.
20:04Stella, dinner's ready. No celery today. It's all steak burgers. Your favorite.
20:10She'd pick up a piece of meat. Her hands shut. The band flashed red. She was anxious. She smiled.
20:15But her eyes were empty. Mom's heart is racing. Mom's lying. Liars don't deserve food.
20:22She put down her fork. Picked up a remote. One she'd rewired to trigger the shock on her wristband.
20:26And shocked herself. Her body convulsed. It hurts. Is this what Stella felt?
20:33I'm sorry. Mom started reenacting my diary entries. I couldn't eat celery because of my
20:39allergy. So she forced herself to eat spoiled food until she vomited blood. Then swallowed it back
20:44down. I was locked in isolation. So she locked herself in my old room. Lights off. And bowed to
20:49my photo until her forehead bled. Over and over. Blood on the floor. Late at night, she'd see the
20:54red glow of the band reflected on the wall. To her, it looked like my bloody eyes watching. She scribbled
20:59in red pen on the back of my journal. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Red light means pain. Red light
21:04means
21:04love. Please come back and say it hurts one more time. I'll save you. I promise. Too bad I'm dead.
21:10Dead people can't cry for help. Eventually, the state intervened. Mom's self-harm got so extreme,
21:15she nearly killed herself that they committed her. She ended up in a psychiatric facility.
21:20She was the strangest patient there. She'd found a red plastic ring somewhere and wore it around her
21:24neck like a collar. Her homemade band. If anyone tried to remove it, she'd bite them like a rabid
21:29dog. Don't touch my light. Stella's watching. She'll be mad if you take it. She developed a
21:37Pavlovian response. Rachel, time to eat. Mom would touch her neck, then start convulsing, screaming.
21:43Red light. Red light. Don't punish me. I'll eat. I'll eat. Even if the food was scalding hot,
21:49she'd gulp it down. Burning her esophagus. Wouldn't spit it out. She was reenacting my
21:54final moments. Living my hell on repeat. Years later, Emma grew up. Without proper guidance and
21:59with a trail of infamy behind her, she ended up at the bottom of society. When she ran out of
22:03money,
22:04she remembered, Mom's still in that facility. She showed up one day. Hey, crazy lady. Dad's dead.
22:10Give me your hidden stash. Emma stood there in heavy makeup, face full of contempt. She looked at
22:15Mom's hollow, broken form and spat on the floor. Disgusting. Just like your dead daughter. If you
22:21don't give me money, I'll pull your tubes and send you to join her. For a moment, Mom's cloudy eyes
22:26cleared. She looked at Emma and suddenly remembered. That band. That always green toy. That decade of
22:31deception. It was you. You lied. You're the fake green light. You killed Stella. Give her back. Give
22:38her back. Give her back. Die. You should have died. Not her. You. Give her back. Emma thrashed,
22:46but couldn't break free from a madwoman's grip. Borderlies rushed in. Sedated Mom, pulled her off.
22:51Emma stumbled out of the room, terrified. They're all insane. She bolted for the exit. Wham. A truck
22:56clouded into her. She surprised. Barely. Both legs shattered beyond repair. Wheelchair for life. A total
23:02wreck. Meanwhile, Mom was strapped to a bed, staring at the ceiling. Tears streaming. In her dreams,
23:07she finally saw me. I was 10 again. No band. White dress. Smiling. She reached for me, crying with
23:13joy. But her hand sparked with electricity. The second she touched me, I burst into flames. Turned
23:20to ash. She woke up screaming. Heart rate through the roof. If she'd been wearing that band, it would
23:25have been blood red. Eternal torment. I stood in the void, watching it all. Mom in the facility. Emma in
23:30a
23:30wheelchair, baking on the streets. Dad, drunk and dead in some gutter. I felt, nothing. No satisfaction.
23:36Just a flat, dead calm. Next to me was an old dog. Buddy, my childhood pet. Mom threw him
23:41out years ago. He'd been waiting for me at the boundary. Buddy nuzzled my leg. Barked twice.
23:46As if to say, let's go. Don't look back. Yeah, time to leave. This life was too bitter. Nothing
23:51worth holding onto. I floated to Mom's hospital room one final time. She looked ancient. Hair
23:56completely white. Frail as paper. She sensed something. Her cloudy eyes focused on a point in
24:01the air, right where I stood. Stella, is that you? Her trembling hand reached into the emptiness.
24:07Mom destroyed the band. I don't believe in it anymore. Come back, please. I'll cook for you.
24:14No celery. I'll buy you new dresses. Not Emma. Only you. Tears rolled down her face. I looked at the
24:21red marks on her neck from the homemade band. I sighed, reached out. My cold, ghostly finger
24:27touched her forehead. This was my final mercy. Sleep, Mom. In sleep, there's no pain. Her eyes
24:33fluttered shut. She slumped into a deep, dreamless rest. A breeze blew through the room. The old
24:38journal on her nightstand flipped open. The last page, my dying words, stared up at the ceiling.
24:43But below it, in shaky handwriting, were new lines. Next life. Let me wear the band. Let me be the
24:49liar.
24:50Punish me however you want. Just don't leave me. I stared at those words. It's too late.
24:56Repentance means nothing to the dead. Mom, I don't hate you anymore. But I don't love you
25:00either. Let's not meet again. I turned away. Buddy wagged his tail. In the distance,
25:06a door of light appeared. The gateway to the next cycle.
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