The wind was very strong on the top of the mountain. Standing on the edge of the cliff, my mom was swaying in the wind. Silvia, on the other hand, was a little distracted. Her almond-shaped eyes rolled as she looked from the left to the right.
She was looking for an opportunity to kill my mom.
In this life, I would never allow that tragedy to happen again.
"Aunt Silvia, who is the little boy on your back? Why is he bloody?"
Silvia had already given birth before. The boy was born prematurely, all of his organs didn’t grow well and he died before he could even live a hundred days.
As for me, I was usually a girl who spoke a few words, let alone lied. Silvia trusted me.
"David!"
Silvia was so scared that her face turned pale, rushing towards my dad instinctively
My dad turned to scold me, "What nonsense are you talking about? There’s nothing on Aunt Silvia's body!"
I pointed to the edge of the cliff. "Isn't he right there? He jumps off Aunt Silvia and stands there, smiling at us."
My mom had always been a half-believer in ghosts and gods. "I'm afraid it's not clean here. Children can see something that adults can't."
I threw myself into my mom's arms and burst into tears. "Mom, I'm scared!"