A young mother was caring for a new born baby on her own. One day the mother left her baby at home and went out for shopping; but on the way home she met with accident and died. She carried nothing to identify herself at the time and there was no hope of finding her relatives; and so she was buried alone, without no one realizing that she had a little baby left back in her room.
A few weeks later, the dead mother's landlord, who realized that his tenant was falling behind on rent, made a visit to her room. He knocked on the door, but obviously, there was no answer. He asked the next door neighbour of his tenant's whereabouts, but got no useful infomation. "She must have run away," thought the landlord, and fetched the master key. When he went inside, the room was dark and all windows were shut. He tried to switch on the lights but it was no use since the power supply had been cut off.
He looked around in the dark. The room looked as though someone was still living in it. The furnitures were still there, and a black kewpie doll was left lying in the middle of the floor. "She must have left in a great hurry and had no time to take anything with her," the landlord mused, and stooped down to pick up the kewpie doll. But the moment he touched it, the doll crumbled apart; at the same time, he saw so many cockroaches scurry away. And all there was left in his hand was a skelton of a baby.
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