Chapter 61

I don’t understand.

Why can’t Mom and Dad live together?

I’ve clearly woken up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom several times and seen Mom’s bedroom door open.

And Dad, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her.

Sometimes, he would gently, tenderly touch her face.

My mom sleeps very soundly.

She used to be a light sleeper; sometimes if I just turned over, she would wake up and reach out to tuck me in.

I don’t know if it’s because ghosts are too weak lately.

She’s been sleeping very deeply these past few nights.

On the fourth day, she told me.

She’s leaving in two more days, going to heaven, and if I miss her, I can just leave her voice messages on WeChat.

I felt terrible; I wanted to cry.

But she told me a long time ago that boys don’t look cool or handsome when they cry.

She doesn’t like boys who cry.