In my era, women are not supposed to talk back.

I refuse to believe so, and perhaps that was the reason why I died.

It was a honorable death for me, at least.

I've been here for decades, though I do not know what holds me back.

I do know for sure that I did not regret my death, hence why am I still here?

This goes on until that child came.

She showed me the path, and I feel like I could go now.

Even so, a part of me I felt like I shouldn't.

I decided to follow the child and make sure she's alright.