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My Family Left Me to Die on the Snow Mountain and Went Mad with Regret

After I fell off the snowy mountain, no one in my family even noticed I was gone. I used the walkie-talkie to contact my sister, Isabel. Her voice was filled with irritation. “You’re making trouble again? Justin lost one of his gloves and we’re heading back. Stop fooling around.” Justin… that was my brother-in-law. I tried calling my girlfriend next, but her voice was even colder than my sister’s. “Justin lost a glove and I’m not in the mood to argue with you just because you’re still jealous over nothing. Let me guess, you’re the one who took it, right?” “If something happens to him, we’re done for good.” With my last bit of strength, I tried calling my parents. But they tossed the walkie-talkie down the mountain. It wasn’t until a month later that they finally remembered me. “Justin is fine. Tell him to stop being dramatic and come home quickly.” “Sir, Madam, his body has been brought down from the mountain. He gave his warm clothes to Mr. Meyer so he could survive. Because of that… he didn’t make it.” “Before he died, he left a message. He said, ‘In my next life, I will never be part of the Miller Family again.’”