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Because I can't hate my family, I can't go home.
I squatted with her at the entrance far from my house.
She said she had been floating here for a long time and had seen many children like me; some had left, while others were trapped.
She also said I was quite lucky to still remember how I died.
Once again, she suggested, "Just hate the person who killed you; that way, you can go home."
As I hesitated, the door to my house opened.
My mother stood at the entrance, looking haggard.
I wanted to call out to her, but when I opened my mouth, I realized I couldn't make a sound.
I wanted to go over and hug her, but my hands passed through her body.
I stared blankly at my hands, feeling lost.
She sighed, "Don't try; you’re glowing too; they can't see you."
I looked up and noticed she was also emitting a faint glow.
I asked her in confusion, "Did you die too?"
She shook her head, "No, just scared."
She said they were going to bury my body in the ground.
I followed them to the field and saw them digging a large pit before placing a big black wooden box inside.
Auntie said as she walked, "Little Er Ya, you've gone; don't blame us; we didn't want this either."
They covered the wooden box with a layer of soil and then wrote my birth date on a piece of paper, burning it along with my hair.
They intended to lock me in this place using my birth date and hair.
I wanted to call out to them; I wanted to say I didn't want to stay here, that I wanted to go home.
But as soon as I opened my mouth, the wind rushed in, and I couldn't say a word.
The girl held my hand: "Let's go; they're going to close the door."
I didn't believe they would really lock me away.
I broke free from the girl's hand and rushed forward to grab my mother's clothes again.
As soon as my hand touched her, a wave of searing pain shot through me.
Looking down, I saw a blister forming on my hand.
The girl ran over, pulling at my hand. "I told you, they can't see you. Don't waste your effort."
I looked up at my mother, and she indeed showed no reaction.
Aunt lit the bundle of hair and paper in her hand, and my mother hurriedly tossed paper money into the fire pit.
I was drawn to the flames, moving toward the fire pit.
I struggled to step back, shouting loudly, "Mom, save me!"
My mother just stared at the burning paper money, worriedly saying, "Why did it go out? Did we buy fake stuff?"
"Don't be ridiculous; it was given by the medium. How could it be fake?"
"Then why won't it catch fire?"
"Throw in more paper money."
They focused on the burning paper money, discussing how to bury me underground.
No one noticed me.
No one could save me.
I felt despair wash over me.
Why wouldn't they let me go home?
All I wanted was to go home.
Suddenly, my heart began to itch as if something was growing inside me.
My hair and nails started to grow longer.
I lifted my foot and kicked the fire pit.
The fire pit toppled over, sending paper money and ash flying into the air, landing on them.
They all screamed in shock.
After burying the wooden box and the fire pit, they stood up.
I then noticed that the wooden box was wrapped with many red threads.
I wanted to open the wooden box, but I couldn't get it open no matter what.
I tried to stop them, but it was futile.
Dad struck down with a shovel, and the wooden box was finally buried in the ground.
The girl sighed, "They used these red threads to keep you from coming out."
I watched as they filled in the hole and packed up to go home.
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