On the first day of my death, my body still hadn't been found.
That evening, everyone sat together for dinner at a large table filled with my sister's favorite foods.
Relatives and friends gathered around the table.
My cousin wanted to save two seats for me.
My mother casually waved her hand. "The seats are already tight, and since she's not here, there's no need to save her a spot."
My father added, "I think she feels like she's outgrown us and doesn't want to stay with us, her parents. Leave her alone, she'll come back once she realizes her mistake."
"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have argued with my sister before the wedding," my sister said with a sigh, looking a bit aggrieved, "She must be upset, otherwise, I would call her to apologize."
"No need. Your sister's temper is something else, I don't know who she inherited it from. Even though you're twins, her temperament is so foul and stubborn, not likable at all."
My mother frowned deeply, and even her voice lost its warmth when she mentioned me.
Other relatives also criticized me for being immature, asking how I could quarrel with my sister.
After all, she was my sister, bonded by blood.