Our bracelets: Mina lies, green. I tell truth, red. Mom never questions it.

I collapsed in agony, begged Mom. She locked me in, said I was acting. I died.

Mom left me to die because my bracelet was red. I thought I was a liar as I died.

Dad almost checked on me, work called. Mom sealed my door, didn’t care.

Mom gagged at the smell, sealed my door. She lets me rot alone.

Mom tore tape off, ready to beat me. She felt my cold neck and screamed.

👁️ She found a body in the pool. She joined the maids to find the truth.