I went to stay at my grandfather’s house in the countryside for New Year’s.

The train rattled and shook, and by the time we arrived it was already dark.

A lot of my relatives were already there so we all ate dinner and then I went to wash up and go to bed.

When morning rolled around and I opened my eyes something felt off. My feet were itchy.

I looked down and all my toenails had been cut really short.

“Mum!”

I call out to my mother who was already awake.

“Mum, did you cut my nails while I was sleeping?”

She came and let out a soundless scream.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

She kept repeating it over and over while holding me. Tears rolled continuously down her face.

My aunts and uncles gathered around as well.

Looks like I’m going to die before my mother.