Mom, I Don't Want to Be Your Daughter Anymore

In my past life, Mom promised to buy me a house as my wedding gift.

I was ecstatic, convinced of her deep love for me.

She mentioned she was short on cash, so I hustled like there was no tomorrow, only to literally work myself to death at my desk.

As a ghost, I returned to check on my beloved Mom.

Shockingly, she and my brother's family were happily settling into a new home, financed by the payout from my death.

The picture of family bliss.

Once again, here I am, facing Mom asking for a hefty sum to get my brother a house for his wedding.

Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone.

Look, Mom, all these loan apps are at your fingertips. Which one catches your eye?

Money in your account in seconds, guaranteed!

***

"Jessie, you rolling with me or staying with your mom?"

I blinked, a stern face suddenly before me. It was Dad, Jim Rivers.

A sense of freefall hit me, not fully recovered from the shock.

Seconds ago, I was hovering above, witnessing Mom spend my last breath's compensation on a house.

They were living it up, a perfect little family.

"Would've thought that kid was worth something. Too bad she didn't kick it sooner; we could've been enjoying this big house for years."

"Pity, though, she was quite the moneymaker."

His feigned sympathy couldn't fool anyone.

"Mom, drop it. We're moving to a new place, no need to drag up bad vibes."

My brother barked at her, disgust plain on his face.

Mom merely smiled a calm, serene smile and held her peace.

The soft glow of the lamp cast a gentle light on her face, her smile tender, her gaze filled with love for her son and grandson.

Turns out, my mom could indeed be a wonderful mother.

The next thing I knew, I was back before the divorce.