My Mom Told Me to Die on My Sister’s Celebration Day Chapter 09

My Mom Told Me to Die on My Sister’s Celebration Day Chapter 09

“Excuse me—you’re Eira Vance’s mother, aren’t you?”

“You brought Eira in before and made an appointment with Dr. Navarro for a psych consult.”

“We’ve been waiting for her all day. It’s nearly closing time now.”

“Why haven’t you brought her in?”

Mom stared at my memorial photo on the screen, her lips parting as if to speak. But no words came.

The woman went on, “Oh, and Dr. Navarro specifically asked us to follow up.”

“He paid close attention to Eira’s initial psychological assessment.”

“He said she had a very strong will to live. And that her prognosis could have been good.”

“He told us not to give up on her treatment.”

After a long silence, Mom finally spoke, her voice broken with pain.

“Eira… she’s… she’s gone.”

She shut her eyes.

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks and fell into the soil before my headstone.

The line went silent.

After a long pause, the voice on the other end spoke softly, “…I’m so sorry.”

“Maybe… for her, this was a kind of release.”

The call ended.

Mom collapsed in front of my headstone.

Her trembling hands placed a bag of hot roasted pecans before it.

She had peeled every single one.

Beside them rested the fresh bouquet of sunflowers Corbin had bought.

“Eira… have some pecans. They’re still warm. I peeled every one for you.”

She slowly rested her hand against the cold stone.

“I won’t push you anymore. No more forcing you to be first.”

“I don’t care about grades, about face—we don’t care about any of it anymore. We just want you back.”

Dad’s voice was hoarse.

“Take it slow, Eira. Wait for us.”

“When we grow old… we’ll come find you.”

“And next time… we’ll make it up to you. No pressure. None at all.”

Corbin crouched down in the mud, soaked by the rain.

He took the leave of absence request form from inside his jacket.

Then he slowly tore it into pieces.

“Eira… I’m going back to school.”

“I failed you. I couldn’t save you. But I’ll study harder.”

“And if I ever meet someone like you again… I’ll save them.”

Sienna’s eyes were swollen and red.

She sniffled as she gently placed the pink teddy bear barrette on my headstone.

“Eira… I know nothing I say matters now.”

“But I still need you to know… I love you. I always have.”

“I was just… so tired too. I never meant to hurt you.”

She couldn’t finish. She broke down in sobs.

Mom wrapped her tightly in her arms, crying with her.

“Eira wouldn’t blame you.”

I drifted above them, watching the four people I loved crumble in grief.

An ache spread through me.

Mom, Dad, Sienna, Corbin—I never blamed any of you.

When I got sick, I felt wronged. Miserable. I hated myself.

But these past three years… you really did take good care of me.

I don’t blame you. I truly don’t.

But… I’m not going back.

I’m too tired. I was so tired in this life.

If there’s a next life… let me just be the wind.

One soft gust, and all the sorrow just… blows away.

I looked at the four people standing before my grave.

Then I said goodbye to them one last time.

My soul dissolved into countless flecks of light—warm, gentle light.

They scattered across the open sky and disappeared forever into the freedom of the wind.