Georgie,
Afterlife isn't what you think it is. It's not a piece of cake. It's just an endless field. It's lonely. Sometimes some people go up in flames, and vanish. I guess that's reincarnation for you.
I guess Mom and Dad reincarnated.
It happened when we were what, 13? They left a whole inheritance for us. We had a butler, a maid, a cook. We had a mansion, and a retreat; not to mention the private beach and cabin. What else could we want?
It wasn't the same after they left. Everywhere, we could see little splashes of memories. Mom nagging us to eat our vegetables; Dad taking us hiking: Who were we without them? They taught us swimming, and everything.
How did we fall apart that day? How did our bond grow so weak?
Your little chubbykins,
Fred
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