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Died in the Coffin My Parents Prepared for Me

The day my Stanford acceptance letter arrived. My sister said she couldn't handle it anymore, left a note, and jumped off a bridge. My parents were inconsolable. They not only tore up my acceptance letter but also fell for some charlatan's spiel and locked me in a coffin for a week to "cleanse" the spirit. All so they could hopefully see her again on the seventh day. I was in agony, crying and screaming until my nails were torn and bloody, and all they could say was, "You owe her this". Eventually, I died in that coffin from suffocation. A week later, my sister waltzed back as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, my parents had completely lost it.