After I Died, They Finally Regretted It

Summary

On the way to school, Mom and Dad held my sister Jessica’s hands tightly, one on each side.

And I trailed behind them like some stray dog.

I wanted to run up and have them hold my hand too.

But all I got was Jessica snapping impatiently, "I don't want to go to school with Chloe."

So Dad hit the gas, leaving me standing there as they drove off with Jessica. I was left alone to wait for the bus.

If they knew their real daughter was about to die, would they regret it?