Forgotten Six Feet Under
Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip.
My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?"
My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message.
[You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.]
He received no reply.
With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go."
They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.
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