My Dead Family Came Home

On the eve of New Year's Day, the New Year's Eve Gala on TV is full of festive song and dance. My mom calls me: 'Honey, I'm almost home.' I hold the phone, my body ice-cold, because my mom and brother fell off a cliff on a mountain road while driving home last week. And today is their Seventh Day. I stare in horror at the security door, where someone is knocking impatiently from the outside.