After I died, no one in my family cared

On the third Christmas after being brought back home, I jumped off the building and killed myself. My soul floated in the air, wanting to see how my father Matthew Ruiz, mother Serenity Ruiz, and brother Jackson Ruiz—who had always despised me—would cry in anguish and regret their past coldness toward me. But Matthew just shook his head coldly, telling my corpse that I was childish. Serenity pressed her lips together, looking relieved as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. Jackson shielded Claire Ruiz in front of him, preventing her from seeing my gruesome death. Still, Claire was frightened to tears, and the whole family rushed over to hold and comfort her. I stood there stunned for a long time, then laughed at myself mockingly before finally finding peace. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I was first brought back home.