Mom, The Red Light Hides My Agony

In a world where straight Spaghetti was noble and curved Macaroni was deemed lowly and deceitful, little Clara was branded a liar from birth—simply because of her shape. She tried everything to earn her mother's love, but never received an equal embrace. When a real illness struck, she was misunderstood, locked away, and passed from this world alone. Yet her passing was not in vain—truth broke through like light, shattering the empire's cruel class system. The lie-detectors were abolished, and millions of once-despised souls stood tall. And Clara? She has already gone to a heaven where no labels exist, no judgments are made—only open fields, warm sunshine, and the freedom to be simply, joyfully herself.