After my death, none of my family members will go mad

Summary

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Three years after they brought me home, I jumped.

My ghost was floating there, hoping to see my mom and dad, and even my annoying older brother, finally break down, wishing they’d treated me better.

But Dad just shook his head, like I was some kind of screw-up. He actually called it “childish,” right there staring at my dead body.

Mom just kind of pursed her lips and let out this little sigh, like a weight had finally been lifted.

And Mark, my brother, he just stood there, blocking the vi