My Mother Said She Was a Systems Transmigrator. If She Couldn't Make My Father Fall in Love With Her, She Would Be Erased. Chapter 1

My Mother Said She Was a Systems Transmigrator. If She Couldn't Make My Father Fall in Love With Her, She Would Be Erased.

The kind of erased where your soul shatters and scatters completely.

I secretly told my dad, but he just said, "Then let her die."

My mom heard him too. She didn't cry. She just held me gently.

Later, my mom really did die.

But my cold, ruthless dad... he went insane.

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Mom had been asleep for a very, very long time. It was time for me to go to preschool, but she still hadn't woken up.

I touched her arm. It was cold and stiff.

Not warm and soft like usual.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," I shook her hard, but she didn't open her eyes.

She never used to be like this.

Before, if I so much as whimpered, she would wake up instantly, pull me into her arms, and soothe me.

But now, she was sleeping so deeply.

I pulled the comforter up over her and climbed off the bed to get a phone to call Dad.

Dad hadn't been home for days. Our neighbor, Mrs. Miller, said his "first love" had gotten divorced and come back last month, and that Dad didn't want Mom and me anymore.

Mrs. Miller also said Mom looked a lot like this "first love," and that Dad only married Mom because he saw her as a replacement.

I didn't know what a "first love" was, so I asked Mom.

Mom stayed quiet for a long time before saying: "It's someone you could never have; someone who belongs in the past."

I didn't understand.

I decided I didn't like the past.

Because it stole my dad.