Ghosts Can’t Eat Cake
Language: en
The day I died was my mom's birthday. She had, for once, saved me a really big piece of cake. I floated in front of that cake, ghostly and hungry, taking a longing sniff. But the next second, the cake was handed to my sister instead. "Lily, go ahead and eat. Your sister, that ungrateful brat, clearly doesn't deserve any!" Then she turned to Dad, who was recording on his phone. "Did you get all that? When that little brat comes back, make sure she watches this. Let's see if she dares to say we're playing favorites again!" "Of all the things she could've done, she had to run away from…