The Gold-Digging Roommate

Synopsis

It had been three years since I died. My mom sat in a dark bedroom and dialed my number. Once again, a stranger answered the call. She sobbed, "Lily, when will you come home? Please, don't be mad at me anymore. I was wrong. Please forgive me." The stranger on the other end was impatient. "What the hell is wrong with you? I told you a million times, I'm not your daughter! I'll call the cops if you call again." Then, he hung up abruptly. My mom burst into tears, whispering my name non-stop. I watched her cry in silent. How ironic. Didn't she think it was a bit too late to ask for my forgiveness? I already died. Three years ago. Only because my dear parents forced me to give my kidney to my sister.