Exposing My Killers At My Funeral
Language: en
The day I found out I was pregnant was the same day I was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer. Terrified of shattering my family with the news, I kept the pregnancy a secret. I wanted to use my remaining time to record eighteen years of birthday messages for the child I would never get to watch grow up. But I never expected that through a strange glitch in the recording software, I would end up face-to-face with myself from seven years in the future. “The birthday videos I recorded... she watched them every year, right?” I had asked my future self. “My best friend, Melanie, promised…