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I didn’t remember if I died from the pain or from losing too much blood.
I only remember how the wind howled that night in the wilderness.
The chilly wind whistled past my bare, fleshless cheeks.
Perhaps people would remember something beautiful before they die.
I was in a daze and recalled my life before the age of five.
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My mother sent me to the countryside to prepare for the birth of Joshua.
There, my old granny lived alone.
She was the kindest person I’ve ever met in this world.
She had given me nothing but warmth.
She picked the freshest lemons from the tree, patiently boiled them with sugar, and made a big, beautiful, delicious lemon cake for me with lemon marmalade.
My mom called and said Vivian had a craving for lemon cake, but they couldn’t find any good ones nearby.
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Granny only relied, “Oh dear, the lemons didn’t grow so well this year. You know, the weather.”
After hanging up the phone, the mischievous little old lady winked at me and smiled.
I still remember the heavenly taste lingering on my tongue that night.
But when I was five, Granny passed away.
Joshua was only a year and a half old, and my mom was forced to bring me back home.
She looked at me very badly because of it.
I caught her whispering to Dad, “Is this child really cursed and misfortune will befall anyone who comes near her.”
I looked at her blankly.
Actually, a five–year–old child couldn’t really understand life and death.
All I know was that no one in the world would ever again choose. me that steadfastly, that unwaveringly.
From then on, I became a child who would never be favored.
The next second after my heart stopped, my soul was pulled out of my body by the wind.
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I saw the person take an axe out of the car’s trunk and chop off the bones that connected my limbs.
I saw the train speeding through the quiet fields under the starry sky for miles.
I saw a little girl suddenly wake up from a nightmare in a room of a tall building. She cried out and her dad and mom rushed to her, hugging and comforting her in the gentlest voice one could ever hear.
At the very end.
I saw Vivian yawn and wake up from her bed. With my mother’s urging, she got ready and changed into her wedding dress after washing up.
I’m back.
Even after death, I returned to this home.
And I attended Vivian’s wedding, as promised.
