The frame on the wall was just a little more unexpected than before. It wasn’t supposed to be there. At least, theoretically for me. My mother just buried my father on the ground. It was too late for him, anyways. The dentist told him to change his gold tooth to a silver one, he wouldn’t listen. His rotten tooth was not the problem though. His personality was. But that is not the reason he died. He died because of a cardiovascular attack. I wasn’t having it that day. So only my mother attended the funeral. My father was a pathetic, pathetic man. He had no friends. Honestly, nor did my mother. I wondered what they were like on their wedding day. Was the priest their only friend? I could not tell.

However, I would say that the only downside of living by myself was that I would work constantly. With people constantly nagging me in my mail, without an idea about who I was or how I was being treated in the past. You might say that has nothing to do with my job. I would say it does. Perhaps that is why the corporation management people hired me. Not due to my capabilities or my wage-earning abilities that I have developed over the years. I wouldn’t know.

I wondered what would happen to me after my spirit leaves my body. Some scientists explained that was an actual fact. My roommate believed it a couple years ago. I wondered what happened to her. Maybe she turned into a serial killer, like Jeffrey Dahmer. That was not good news. A couple years ago, my old school talked about some serial killer that was a graduate. I wondered what happened to him. Maybe he got defenestrated. Now, was murdering murderers really necessary? Probably.