already dead. If they really wanted to apologize to me, they could do it once they were dead,
too.
For some reason, my soul remained in this world. I kept being drawn back to the Jensens. I moved from one brother to the other.
Was this what happened to everyone after their deaths? I couldn’t do anything to verify it.
I watched as Gary set up a foundation in my name. The donations collected were used to sponsor young women living in remote areas. He also held an auction and directed all the proceeds from the winning bids to the foundation.
Thanks to this auction, my name was finally brought to the public’s attention. Only then did they realize the Jensen family had more than one daughter.
I even heard some people whisper about how I’d been dead for ages.
The Jensens threw themselves into philanthropy after my death–maybe they wanted to use it to negate the bad karma they’d gathered over the years.
It was my death anniversary again. My brothers gathered before my resting spot. Eugene was still wearing the scarf, which was now becoming worn after one too
many washes.
A fresh bouquet was placed before my gravestone, which had been cleaned. I felt my soul turning transparent. It looked like I wouldn’t have to spend much longer by their sides.
“We’re sorry, Holly. We owe you many apologies but you probably don’t need them anymore.
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We hope you’ll be happy and healthy in your next life. We also hope you won’t have a family like us anymore.”
Tears blurred my vision, which was surprising. I thought ghosts didn’t have tears.
I dried my eyes, feeling free as my soul dispersed I’d finally gotten the apology I wanted. I prayed I wouldn’t ever run into the Jensens in my next lifetime.
We hope you’ll be happy and healthy in your next life. We also hope you won’t have a family like us anymore.”
Tears blurred my vision, which was surprising. I thought ghosts didn’t have tears.
I dried my eyes, feeling free as my soul dispersed I’d finally gotten the apology I wanted. I prayed I wouldn’t ever run into the Jensens in my next lifetime.
