The weather station issued a hail warning, but my nephew, Raphael, insisted on camping.

I advised everyone that it was too dangerous, but ended up getting scolded for it.

On the day of camping, hailstones larger than ostrich eggs suddenly fell, destroying the tent.

I tried to protect everyone by retreating to the car, but Raphael blamed me for ruining his "close to nature" experience.

"Aunt Lilah, do you think this hail can kill people?" he asked.

Then, he pushed me out of the car and locked the door.

I screamed for help and slapped the windows, but my family was indifferent, and some even laughed at me.

Suddenly, a football-sized hailstone struck me in the back of the head, killing me instantly.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself back on the day Raphael insisted on going camping.

*****

The weather forecast was on TV when Raphael exclaimed, "It's going to hail tomorrow? Great! I want to see hail while camping!"

He jumped excitedly into the living room and accidentally stepped on my foot.

I yelped in pain, prompting Raphael to retort, "Aunt Lilah, you're in the way. You deserve it."

He made a face at me, and at that moment, I realized that I was reborn.

Raphael leaped into my father, Anthony's arms, saying, "Grandpa, take me camping. I want to feel the hail."

"Sure, if you want to go, then let's go," Anthony agreed cheerfully.

"Tell Aunt Lilah to bring her new tent," Raphael added.

Anthony turned to me, "Did you hear that? Bring the tent and some food and drinks. We're going camping tomorrow."

Remembering that the two thousand dollars tent I bought in my previous life was ruined after one use, I replied, "I lent that tent to a classmate. Let's use the old one instead."

Anthony glared at me, "How can you lend out new things you haven't even used?"

Raphael chimed in, "Aunt Lilah is heartless and brainless."

I shot him a cold look, thinking, "It's one thing for Anthony to say that, but you better watch out for tomorrow."

In my previous life, we had barely set up the tent when the hail started.

The hailstones were so large they broke the tent beams.

Seeing it was too dangerous, I quickly ushered everyone back to the car, but Raphael refused to leave.

"I won't go back. I want to see the hail in the tent." he insisted stubbornly.

He was very stubborn, so I had to drag him back into the car.

Fearing the hail would hurt him, I acted as a human shield to protect him from the hailstones, which left my arm bruised.

To my shock, he held a grudge and push me out of the car. He also locked the door and wouldn't let me get in.

I banged on the car door frantically, begging my family to open it and let me in.

But Raphael coldly replied, "Don't open the door. Aunt Lilah is so afraid of death. Let her stay outside and see if she'll be killed by the hail."

It was as if his words were law. My family obeyed, ignoring my safety and laughing as I writhed in pain from the hailstones.

Their laughter faded only when a large hailstone hit me on the head, staining the ground with blood.

As I lay dying, I expected them to rush out to save me.

Instead, my brother, Stephen stepped on the gas and drove away.

Thus, I met my end under the hailstorm. After being reborn, I resolved to let them experience the merciless hail.

The next day, we set off.

Upon arrival, I set up my tent while Raphael eagerly jumped inside.

I pretended to look for something. "I think I left the food backpack behind."

My sister-in-law, Sienna, immediately scolded, "Why are you so careless? We can endure hunger, but your nephew can't starve. Hurry up and figure something out."

"I'll drive to the nearby supermarket and buy some food," I suggested.

"This is the countryside. There's no supermarket!" she replied.

"I saw there's one on the way here. I'll go and be back soon," I said.

"Alright, Stephen, give her the car keys," said Sienna.

Stephen tossed me the keys, barking, "You know what your nephew likes to eat, so hurry up."

I took out the key and said to him with a smile. "No problem."

I had just driven to the supermarket entrance when hail suddenly began to fall.

I quickly parked and rushed inside, shielding my head.

Then I called Stephen on video, "Did it hail on your side? It's coming down here."

"It's hailing here too. Hurry back. Raphael is starving," Stephen urged.

"I just got to the supermarket and wanted Raphael to pick some of his favorite foods," I explained.

Raphael grabbed the phone and said, "Let me see what's good."

I pointed the camera at the shelves, and he excitedly ordered, "This one, this one, and this one! Can you move faster? Don't just point at one spot."

He picked almost all the expensive snacks and finally said, "This is it, to save you some money."

My mother, Maria, praised, "Good boy, Raphael. You know how to save money for your aunt. She has plenty, so let her buy whatever you want."

Before she finished, I heard a scream from Sienna, followed by Stephen shouting, "Sienna, are you alright? Your head is bleeding."

Stephen grabbed the phone and yelled at me, "Get back here. The hail is so big. It broke Sienna's head."

I replied calmly, "Aren't you guys in the tent? Just stay inside."

Just then, I heard a muffled sound and screams from my family.

Stephen yelled, "Get back here. Our tent is smashed."

"Okay, I'll be right there to pick you up," I replied.

I hung up the video call, grabbed a box of instant noodles, and handed it to the proprietress.

The proprietress helped me get hot water while I waited for them to brew.

Stephen called again, "Where are you now?"

"The car won't start, so I can't get through for a while. You guys need to find shelter," I said.

"This is the countryside. There's no shelter. Where can we go?" His voice was filled with anxiety.

"Look for yourselves. There's nothing I can do if the car won't start," I said helplessly.

Stephen grew increasingly agitated, "Whatever you think of, just bring the car here."

My family's screams continued to come from the phone, and I couldn't help but smile at their anxious cries.

"Alright, I'll do my best." I hung up and enjoyed my instant noodles.

While the hail intensified outside, I relaxed with snacks and dramas in the supermarket, letting my ungrateful family experience the hail's power.

Just after finishing my noodles, Anthony called.

"Lilah, why haven't you come over? Stephen is injured by hailstones and needs you."

I feigned nervous, "Is it serious? You should call the ambulance. I can't get through now. The windshield is smashed, and the rearview mirror is broken, so I can't drive."

"If anything happens to Stephen, you won't be able to live well," Anthony roared angrily.

"If it's that serious, call an ambulance. Don't delay his treatment," I said urgently.

Anthony hung up heavily, knowing he couldn't count on me.

Now, I could wait for the weather to improve in peace.

Just as I was about to watch a newly discovered movie, Sienna called again.

I answered, and her sobbing voice came through.

"Lilah, Stephen was hit in the head by hail, and he's bleeding and unconscious. We called an ambulance, but the hail was too heavy to get through. You need to drive over and pick us up, or Stephen's life is in danger."

Anthony grabbed the phone and shouted, "Lilah, did you hear that? Hurry and bring the car."

I replied, "Dad, I told you the car is smashed by hail and can't be driven. The ambulance can't even get through, so how can I? This is all Raphael's fault for insisting on camping in this weather and taking too long to buy something. If he hadn't pushed for this trip, we wouldn't be in this mess. If he had chosen something quicker, I could have been back by now.

"Right now, the priority is for you to find a safe place to shelter and ensure no one else gets hurt. Cars won't get through until the hail stops. Once it does, I'll take a taxi to pick you up."

Anthony, furious, replied, "I should have strangled you at birth."

I comforted him, "Dad, calm down. Anger won't help. My phone is running out of battery, so please don't call again. If it runs out of battery, I won't be able to reach you when the hail stops."

After saying that, I hung up the phone.

They didn't call again this time.

The hailstorm lasted all day, finally stopping at night.

I went outside to find the ground covered in large ice chunks, making the road impassable.

Fortunately, there was a small hotel nearby, so I decided to spend the night there.

To avoid further disturbances, I switched my phone to airplane mode and slept well.

The sanitation workers cleared the roads overnight, and by morning, they were passable.

I turned off airplane mode and saw several missed calls from my parents.

I called Maria. "Hey, mom, how are you? I tried to get a cab yesterday, but there were no cars on the road. My phone was out of battery. But I call you right after I borrow a charger. Are you okay?"

Maria cried, "Your dad and I took your nephew and walked until we found a factory with lights. Sienna stayed with Stephen, and I don't know how they are."

"What? You left them behind?" I was shocked.

Maria replied, "We had no choice. Stephen is too big to carry. Besides, Sienna can keep him company."

I said, "Alright, send me your location, and I'll pick you up."

After hanging up, I received the location.

It took me a while to call a car.

When I arrived at the factory, Anthony approached me, looking ready to punch.

I stepped back, and Maria rushed to intervene. "Anthony, this isn't the time to lose your temper. We need to hurry and pick up Stephen."

Anthony held back his anger, and we all got in the car, heading for the campground.

Maria, Anthony, and Raphael were bruised. Raphael had several large bumps on his forehead and visible slap marks on his cheeks.

It seemed I had done a good job provoking yesterday.

The kid was much better behaved now and didn't say a word during the drive.

Upon arriving at the campsite, we found Sienna and Stephen missing.

Maria called them, but their phones were off, and we couldn't reach them.