The twenty-year-old Rose was beautiful with two braids, showing the charm of a young girl. She didn't look like the old lady who would later instruct her son to suffocate me after thirty-five years.
I pinched my thigh hard, forcing myself to suppress the overwhelming hatred, and looked coldly at Rose rummaging through my room.
"Daisy, where is the cassette tape your mother bought for you? I couldn't find it. I wanted to use it."
Knowing that she would come, I had already hidden away valuable items.
In the previous life, Rose came to my house like bandits entering a village, borrowing anything she saw fit.
She said she would borrow, but she never returned anything.
In the days that followed, those things completely became hers.
I put the washed fruit in front of her and explained, "A few days ago, I accidentally broke it. My mom took it to get it fixed."
Her eyes lit up when she looked at the fruit on the table and she eagerly grabbed it and ate it, chewing it a few times before swallowing it whole.
I didn't tell her that there were worms in the two she ate.
"What's the matter with me?"
Talking about business, she had time to rest her mouth.