After I Died, They Finally Cared

Summary

I knew my family was struggling financially from a very young age. Being sick cost money. So, I was never allowed to get sick.

When I was four years old and running a terrible fever, my mother picked me up by the collar and shoved me into the refrigerator.

I was still conscious when she finally dragged me out. I just stared at her, blinking slowly. My face was freezing. My tears had frozen into tiny, icy rivers on my cheeks. I couldn't even cry anymore.

Mom glared at me, her voice dripping with annoyance. "I know you are just faking it to skip school. Look at you, you are not dead, are you?