"You said you wanted a friend, so here I am!"
"But...your evil..."
"I know, my darling! Isn't it lovely?"
"No...you cannot be my friend."
"Then you are cursed for life to never have a friend!"
"No! Wait! Can't you--"
"Fine! You will be able to make friends, but you will be dead."
"What?!?!"
"I will gift you with a ghostly pink aura. Now go, before I make you dead AND unable to make friends."
"But why, mommy?"
"Because you are a disgrace to everyone in your family!"
"Fine. If you are that evil, then I will have nothing to do with you as a ghost."
"So be it."
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I never understood why mom hated me so much. Maybe it was because I wanted to have friends. Maybe because I was white and my whole family was black. Maybe it was because I was nice. There are a lot of reasons mom could have thought I was a 'disgrace', but all of these reasons don't matter.
