"Mom, I no longer want to share my bed with my sister." I complained. My mom is currently reading a novel and didn't even bother to look at me. I frowned when my mom didn't respond. I scoffed and walked towards her, "Mom?" I called her.
When I got near her, she looked at me with a blank expression. With that, I creased my forehead, "Aren't you going to say anything?" I asked in disbelief.
"Baby, I told you," she calmly uttered while looking directly into my eyes. She sat properly as she closes her book, "We don't have enough money to bury her body."
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