Piecing Me Together Again

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again.

The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt".

I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve."

My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?