Four years after my death, my grandmother dug out my old phone and called Sarah Miller. Sarah: "It's been four whole years, and you finally remembered to call me?" "What, did those sugar mommas run out of money? If you're broke, go find a few more to sell yourself to. Don't play pitiful with me." "I'm telling you, I don't want to see you for a single second, even if I die!" Grandma on this end of the phone was a bit stunned, her hunched back looking exceptionally lonely. She held the phone and asked cautiously: "Sarah, did you and Liam fight? I can't find Liam." After speaking, Grandma's cloudy eyes looked at the empty room. She murmured as if remembering something: "Right, Liam died, he's gone. Why did I forget again..." 1 Perhaps because I was worried about Grandma, I stayed by her side after I died. Unfortunately, Grandma had Alzheimer's and often forgot that I was dead. This time she had another episode, running to the park alone and forgetting the way home. The stubborn little old lady sat on the bench, muttering: "It doesn't matter if I can't find the way. When Liam finds out I'm not home, he'll definitely come out to find me." My soul guarded Grandma's side. Even though she wasn't far from home, because she couldn't hear me, I couldn't guide her in the right direction. Seeing the sun about to set, as a soul, I started jumping up and down anxiously. An old lady nearing eighty, if she didn't go home in time and spent the night alone in the park, she definitely wouldn't make it. Fortunately, Grandma seemed to realize this too. Seeing the people around her becoming scarcer, she finally stood up. She stepped forward, grabbed a person and asked: "Have you seen my grandson Liam?" I knew that as long as Grandma asked someone, and the other party talked a bit more, they would understand Grandma's situation and most likely take her to the police station. Once at the police station, Grandma could go home safely. Unfortunately, Grandma asked the wrong person. Because the person she grabbed was Sarah Miller. Sarah looked at Grandma, a hint of impatience in her tone: "Where did Liam go? Why are you here alone?" "It's so late and he left an old lady like you alone in the park. He must be with..." 2 She didn't say the last few words, perhaps out of respect for Grandma. But I knew what she meant. She wanted to say, he must be messing around with some wild woman again. See, even though I've been dead for four years, this woman hasn't reduced her disgust for me at all. Grandma didn't understand her meaning. Seeing Sarah, she was actually very happy. "Sarah, you haven't been to my house for dinner in a long time. Don't you like the dumplings Grandma makes the most? Tomorrow is your birthday, come to my house for dumplings." "You young people should date properly. Liam is good in everything, just likes to hold things in." "When Liam went out today, he said he was going to buy you a birthday present to give you a surprise tomorrow." So Grandma's memory was stuck on this day. At that time, we were still very much in love, inseparable like all couples passionately in love. And her childhood sweetheart hadn't appeared yet. What a pity. Hearing this, Sarah's mouth twitched into a sneer: "Grandma, this isn't funny." "Liam and I have already broken up." "You said he went out to buy me a birthday present, I'm afraid he's buying a birthday present for another woman." Grandma was stunned: "You broke up? But Liam never told me." "Sarah, don't be angry. When Liam comes back, I'll teach him a lesson!" The little old lady looked adorable when angry. I wanted to hug her and tell her not to be angry, but my body passed through Grandma's body. It's been four years, and I still haven't gotten used to being just a soul. 3 Sarah laughed even harder. Obviously, she didn't believe Grandma. "I said, we really broke up." "If these are tricks Liam taught you, I'll forgive it once." "Please don't mention his name in front of me again." Just then, two ladies from the same neighborhood walked over and looked surprised to see Grandma. "Ma'am, it's so late, why haven't you gone back yet? Did you forget where you live again?" After speaking, she clicked her tongue and sighed to the other lady: "Speaking of which, this old lady is pitiful too. She depended on her grandson for survival. Who knew her grandson died four years ago, leaving just this old lady." Yes, I died four years ago. I remember that birthday four years ago. I went out to buy her a gift full of joy, but saw her walking in pairs with another man in the mall. After walking out despondently, I received a private message from a stranger on social media. Opening it, there was a selfie of a man in a white shirt lying on messy white sheets in a hotel. Beside him, there was an exquisite and conspicuous brooch. Besides the photo, there was a sentence attached: They say childhood sweethearts can't beat fate. Do you think I, this childhood sweetheart, can beat it? I recognized the brooch; it was the birthday gift I gave her. The reason I remembered so clearly was that although the brooch wasn't very expensive, I handled everything from design to inlay myself. Sarah never disliked it and wore it even to major meetings. She said that was the symbol of our love. But now, this symbol appeared casually on another man's bed. Only then did I know that love could be so cheap. 4 Hearing the ladies' words, Sarah froze all over. Various emotions flashed across her face one after another. Finally, she asked in disbelief: "What did you say? Liam died?" "You're lying to me, right? Liam must have told you to say this." "This man is best at sweet talk." The two ladies were quite shocked, supporting Grandma while muttering: "Who is this? Is she crazy?" "Exactly, who dares to lie about death? Isn't that cursing people?" Grandma also seemed to remember at this time. She opened her mouth, lips trembling, and finally said: "Yes, Liam... Liam is gone..." Sarah stood there dumbfounded, looking somewhat ridiculous. And my wandering soul followed the two ladies supporting Grandma and floated back home together. I even rejoiced the moment Grandma entered the house, lucky Sarah didn't follow. Perhaps because remembering my death, Grandma was very sad. The lonely little old lady sat on the sofa, her thin hands stroking my photo, weeping secretly. "Tell me, you boy, so young, why did you leave before Grandma?" I floated over to wipe her tears but missed, so I could only cry and comfort: "Grandma, Liam didn't leave, Liam is right here." Unfortunately, Grandma couldn't hear. The doorbell rang at this time, followed by Sarah's voice: "Grandma open the door, it's me, I'm Sarah Miller." I was shocked. No, can't open the door for her. If she comes in and finds my old things... 5 I dared not think about the consequences. Grandma was a bit slow. Hearing the doorbell and the call, she turned her head slowly. She seemed to be thinking. Sarah's voice came from outside the door again: "Grandma, just let me in." "Liam, I calmed down and thought about it. How could you die? You just want to trick me into coming over." "I'm here now, what are you pretending for? Open the door!" She banged on the door while pressing the doorbell violently. I was very angry. Her shouting like this would scare Grandma. She wasn't like this before. Whether to me or Grandma, she would only speak softly, afraid of being too harsh. But now, besides ringing the doorbell, she had started pounding on the door. I was somewhat resentful and rushed to the door to warn her. As a soul, I passed directly through the door. Even if I was fuming, I could only pass through lightly. Because I couldn't teach Sarah a lesson, I was a bit angry, and finally even cried out of anger. But I was just a soul, and even crying wasn't as satisfying as before. I shouted angrily: "Yes, I am lying to you. Leave, hurry up and leave, best never come again in this life." Just as I was losing my temper, a clatter came from inside the house. Afraid something happened to Grandma, I hurried back in. Fortunately, Grandma was sitting safely on the chair, only the photo frame in her hand fell on the floor. Grandma seemed to have just woken up, looking at the photo frame on the floor, bending over to pick it up. Then she held it in her hand, wiping my photo again and again. "Got dirty. Liam liked this photo the most. Luckily it didn't break." Yes, this was my favorite photo once. Because this photo was taken for me by Sarah Miller. Actually, I wanted to tell Grandma that this photo is no longer my favorite. My favorite is the photo of you and me by your hand.
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