Three Years After My Death, Mom Sent My Allowance

Three years after I died, my mom sent me a two-hundred-dollar allowance.

Three years ago, the first time I ever asked her for money, my mom blurted out, "Sometimes, I just think you're putting on an act."

"Is a dollar-menu meal really that unsanitary? Can't a discount store winter coat keep you warm?"

"At the end of the day, you're just more delicate than your sister."

Later, I needed two hundred dollars for urgent medical treatment for an acute stomach perforation.

She immediately blocked me, cutting off all contact with me and a bunch of relatives.