My Mother Said She Was a Systems Transmigrator. If She Couldn't Make My Father Fall in Love With Her, She Would Be Erased.

My Mother Said She Was a Systems Transmigrator. If She Couldn't Make My Father Fall in Love With Her, She Would Be Erased. The kind of erased where your soul shatters and scatters completely. I secretly told my dad, but he just said, "Then let her die." My mom heard him too. She didn't cry. She just held me gently. Later, my mom really did die. But my cold, ruthless dad... he went insane. 1 Mom had been asleep for a very, very long time. It was time for me to go to preschool, but she still hadn't woken up. I touched her arm. It was cold and stiff. Not warm and soft like usual. "Mommy, I'm hungry," I shook her hard, but she didn't open her eyes. She never used to be like this. Before, if I so much as whimpered, she would wake up instantly, pull me into her arms, and soothe me. But now, she was sleeping so deeply. I pulled the comforter up over her and climbed off the bed to get a phone to call Dad. Dad hadn't been home for days. Our neighbor, Mrs. Miller, said his "first love" had gotten divorced and come back last month, and that Dad didn't want Mom and me anymore. Mrs. Miller also said Mom looked a lot like this "first love," and that Dad only married Mom because he saw her as a replacement. I didn't know what a "first love" was, so I asked Mom. Mom stayed quiet for a long time before saying: "It's someone you could never have; someone who belongs in the past." I didn't understand. I decided I didn't like the past. Because it stole my dad. 2 To stop me from playing on her phone, Mom had set a passcode. I couldn't use it to call Dad. I held the phone up to Mom's face, but it didn't unlock with Face ID like it usually did. I said to the phone, "Siri, I won't watch cartoons in secret anymore. Please open, I need to call Dad." But Siri ignored me. I went to knock on Mrs. Miller's door, but no one was home. So, I climbed back onto the bed and lay next to Mom, just watching her. Mom was beautiful. Even asleep, she looked prettier than the fairy princesses on TV. Dad used to watch her sleep too. He would scoop her up from my bed and carry her to their room. He would nibble her neck like a puppy. Mom was terrified of dogs, but she never pushed him away. The next morning, Mom would always wake up late, rushing around the kitchen to make breakfast for me and Dad. Adults always say little kids don't remember things, but I remember everything. I remember that no matter how chaotic the mornings were, Mom's eyes were always smiling. But Dad never smiled. He would just sit there scrolling through his phone. After breakfast, he would head to his firm and drop me off at preschool on the way. The teachers at preschool loved it when Dad dropped me off. I heard them whispering that my dad was the most handsome dad of all—tall, rich, and looking like a movie star. They also said he was ice-cold and ignored everyone, and that he would be absolutely perfect if he were just a little warmer. I thought they were wrong. Leo's dad was the best. Every time Leo's dad dropped him off, he carried him on his shoulders. That was so cool. My dad just lifted me out of his SUV and told me to walk inside by myself. 3 I pulled a photo out of Mom's hand. It was taken at an art museum a few days ago. Dad had plans and originally didn't want to go with us, but Mom held him back. "Let's just take one more picture. Lily can look at it when she grows up, otherwise... otherwise it'll be too sad." I saw tears welling in Mom's eyes, but she held them back. Dad finally agreed. In the picture, Mom is holding me in my princess dress, leaning gently against Dad's shoulder. Dad didn't push her away; he just quietly let her lean on him. Out of the three of us, I was the only one smiling brightly. Last night before bed, Mom held me as we looked at this photo. She kissed my cheek and said, "I wish Mommy were more useful." "Lily, you have to grow up brave. Never be afraid." I rolled around in her arms happily. "Okay! I'll grow up brave." She smiled too, but her face was covered in tears. She cried a lot lately. She cried even more than I did. Later, as she rocked me to sleep, I vaguely heard her pleading with someone: "It's not time yet, why are you here?... Just let me make one call to arrange things for my daughter... She's only three, please..." I didn't know who she was talking to. It was just the two of us at home. But I was so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open. When I woke up, Mom was lying next to me. The comforter had slipped off her, which was why her body was so cold. I held her hand in my small ones, hoping she would warm up. But she didn't. 4 A while later, Mom's phone rang. I reached for it, but the ringing stopped. The battery had died. I plugged the charger in, but the phone didn't ring again. I was hungry. I pulled a small stepping stool over to open the fridge, but I could only reach a loaf of bread. I wanted to grab the milk from the top shelf, but the stool tipped over, and I fell hard. "Mommy, it hurts," I cried, crawling back to her. Mom still didn't wake up. She always used to be so terrified of me getting hurt. I cried until I fell asleep next to her. Then, in my dream, I heard Dad's voice. No, not a dream. Dad had actually come home. I opened my eyes and heard the sound of the keypad lock chiming. The door opened, but Dad didn't walk into the bedroom. I just heard his voice: "Lily's preschool called and said she didn't show up today. I came back to check. Don't worry, it's normal to feel like that after surgery. Ask your doctor about it, I'll come see you soon." He was on the phone. His tone was so gentle. He never spoke to me and Mom like that. With us, he was always flat, sometimes even cold. "Daddy!" I climbed off the bed and ran out. Dad frowned when he saw me. "Why aren't you dressed? Where's your mother?" I stopped, too scared to go closer. Standing by the bedroom door, I said softly, "Mommy is sleeping in bed." He didn't go check on her. He just spoke coldly toward the bedroom: "Mia, I'll give you three more days to think about it. I'll leave you this house and the cars. Sign the divorce papers quickly; it's better for both of us." Something fell to the floor inside the bedroom. I thought Mom had woken up and ran to look. It was just the phone slipping off the nightstand while charging. I ran back out to call Dad, but he had already taken the elevator down. I stood on my tiptoes, wanting to press the button and go after him. I wanted to tell him that Mom wouldn't wake up. But Mom had told me little kids are absolutely never allowed to take the elevator alone. Once, I sneaked into the elevator and went down to the parking garage to play. Mom searched for me for so long and was crying so hard when she finally found me. I went back and lay down next to Mom. I didn't want her to cry. When she cried, she looked so heartbroken, and she always hid so I wouldn't see. I loved it when she smiled. 5 I finished the bread. Now all I had was water. But water didn't stop the hunger, and Mom still hadn't woken up. I figured Mom must be sick. When I was sick, I slept a lot too, but I always got better after Mom gave me medicine. I found the children's Tylenol I took when I was sick and tried to feed it to Mom. She wouldn't open her mouth, and it took a lot of effort to squeeze the syringe in. I got tired again and fell asleep snuggled against her. When I woke up, preschool had already let out. I squatted on the balcony and looked down. Leo was riding on his dad's shoulders, and his dad was holding his mom's hand. His mom looked a little chubby. Leo told me his mom wasn't chubby; she was pregnant. He was going to have a little brother or sister soon. I wanted a little brother or sister too, so we could share toys and go to preschool together. When Mrs. Miller came over, she had told Mom, "Lily is three now. You and Ethan should have another one. The Sterling family only has him, and with his status, plenty of women will try to sink their claws in. Having another baby secures your position." My mom had said, "A marriage held together by children isn't a stable one. Plus, he's been really busy at the firm lately." Mrs. Miller laughed. "Busy? I saw you two getting cozy in his car down in the garage just last month..." "Emily," my mom blushed and covered my ears. "Lily is right here." Mrs. Miller waved it off. "It's fine, kids don't understand anyway." She was right, I didn't understand. After Mrs. Miller left, I kept asking Mom what she and Dad were doing in the car. Were they eating secret snacks without me? Instead of answering, Mom asked me, "Lily, do you want a little brother or sister?" I nodded vigorously. "Yes! Make one fast, Mommy! I want one tomorrow!" Mom touched my cheek. "That might be nice. With a brother or sister, you won't ever be entirely alone." Mom had told me she grew up as an orphan and was terrified of being lonely. She also told me that in her original world, she was incredibly sick and dying. A magical being called "The System" sent her here. As long as she could make Dad fall in love with her, she would get a healthy body and stay here forever with me and Dad. "Does Daddy love you?" I asked her. Mom didn't answer. She seemed like she didn't know either. 6 That night, Mom cooked a delicious dinner and tucked me into bed before Dad got home. But the moment Dad walked in, I woke up. I wanted to tell him that he absolutely had to love Mom so we could be together forever. I cracked my door open and saw Mom, wearing a beautiful red dress, pouring a glass of wine for Dad. My mom looked so gorgeous! But Dad pushed the glass away. "What, trying the same old trick again?" He was angry. Mom froze, and I felt a little scared. She put the bottle down nervously. "I... I don't know what you mean." Dad sneered. "Five years ago, you showing up at that bar... was it really just a coincidence?" "You just knew exactly what I needed at my lowest point, and you manipulated your way into my life." Mom didn't say a word. She just looked down, like she had done something wrong. Dad stood up. "I despise being used and lied to. We're getting a divorce tomorrow. You keep this house and the cars, and you get full custody of Lily. I'll give you a massive settlement, enough so neither of you will ever have to worry about money again." I knew what divorce meant. Chloe's parents from my class were divorced. She lived with her dad and said it was really hard to see her mom, no matter how much she missed her. Mom's tears fell like shattered pearls. Dad offered no comfort. "Why are you crying? Isn't this exactly what you plotted to get when you married me?" Mom shook her head. "No... I didn't want any of this. Even if you didn't have a dime... I just liked being with you." Dad didn't believe her. He walked out. Leaving Mom standing alone in the living room for a very, very long time. She whispered to herself, "You forgot. You were the one who held me tight and begged me not to go." "You said you loved me. You said you loved me so much." "That was the very first time... anyone ever loved me."

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