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"Hahaha."
My aunt suddenly burst into laughter. "As family, we thought we could bully and abuse without anyone knowing, without anyone being able to punish us."
"Now that you have become ghosts, no one can punish us anymore."
Dad was burned black, his body covered in large blisters, and he was hissing as he exhaled.
He raised his hand, pointing at my aunt, mumbling indistinctly, "You, you, you..."
My aunt looked at him. "What about me?"
"You should have died long ago. After all these years, instead of staying quietly in the ground, you dare to come to our home and cause trouble."
"Watch me kill you!"
Dad shouted loudly and lunged at my aunt.
She lightly sidestepped and avoided him.
In passing, she slapped Dad.
She raised her hand, ready to strike again when suddenly a few people emerged from the crowd.
Some wore white clothes, others wore black, all with tall hats on their heads.
As soon as these people appeared, everyone who had been burned stood still.
They stared blankly at these newcomers, unsure of what they intended to do.
My aunt suddenly knelt down and began to bow her head to them.
"Masters, I know I was wrong; all the mistakes are mine alone."
"It has nothing to do with the others; please forgive them."
"These people were all forced by their families; please take them away."
"Aunt, what are you doing?"
I didn't understand what was happening and quickly followed my aunt in bowing my head.
Those people said nothing and placed iron chains on everyone.
My aunt was among them; she led the way, followed by Dad, my uncle, and those who had come out of the fire.
These people held onto iron chains, moving slowly in a line like puppets, heading towards the outskirts of the village. My aunt walked at the front and turned to glance at me. She smiled at me. Her smile was warm, reminiscent of the times we spent together in the village. As I watched her walk further away, a sudden fear gripped my heart. I realized that my fingernails would never grow long again. What should I do? I grabbed my aunt's clothing.
"Aunt, who are they? Where are you all going?"
My aunt turned around and gently patted my head. "We are going to a very nice and faraway place."
"Er Ya, you haven't done anything wrong; you are a very good girl."
"So, in your next life, you will be arranged to a good family."
I cried as I held onto her hand. "Aunt, I don't want to go to a good family; I don't want to leave you."
"I want to be with you always."
My aunt stroked my head and pulled me into her embrace. "Good child, your aunt doesn't want to part with you either."
"But the place we are going, you cannot go."
"There are many girls there, just like you, who were harmed by their families."
"This time, we need to take them all away."
My aunt, along with my father and others, took away the girls trapped outside the village. Some of those girls had been buried underground for a very long time.
They forgot everything, forgot who they were.
They numbly followed their aunt and the others, moving forward.
But I held tightly onto my aunt's hand, not leaving her side for a moment.
Since then, I have never seen my dad, mom, sister, or younger sisters again.
Nor have I seen my uncle and aunt.
I don't know where they went, and I don't care.
As long as I am with my aunt, I will not be afraid.
No matter where we go, I will not be afraid.
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