At first, the carriage merely went on its way, the same with the second. The third time, it had actually stopped. She looked up from shoving her mother’s hair away from her face and saw such a fine-looking woman coming down from the vehicle.
She has pieces of jewelry from head to toe and her dress is something she has dreamed of wearing someday—a puffy skirt and in a vibrant color of blue. Though despite the lavishness of her attire, the woman seemed unhappy while looking down at her.
“That is a corpse, my dear,” the woman said.
“She’s my mother,” she said, pulling the body closer to her.
“She is?” The woman lowered to level her eyesight. She immediately felt bad for her skirt being all dirty. If she has one of those, she will treasure it greatly, not letting it get all wet from this k
