Died on My Son’s Birthday

As the clock struck midnight, colorful fireworks bloomed in the amusement park.

When I opened my eyes, I met Jimmy's surprised eyes.

I excitedly wanted to hug him tightly in my arms, but my hands went straight through his body.

It turned out that I was already dead.

I died in our home.

I died on Jimmy's birthday.

My soul followed them uncontrollably, floating in the air.

I watched Jonathan buy the same snacks for Jimmy and Kristina and pay for them to play.

He was holding their bags, standing on the ground with a smile, waiting.

The happy smiles on the three people's faces made my heart ache.

Kristina bought an ice cream for Jimmy, and Jimmy excitedly asked her to hug him.

Jonathan spoke in a blaming tone, but he looked doting.

"You're five years old now, you'll make Kristina tired.

"When you grow up a little bit, it will be your turn to hug Kristina. Do you want to be a real man, Jimmy?"

I watched Jimmy become anticipated.

He raised his hand and promised solemnly, "In the future, I will protect Kristina and dad like a Superman!"

At that moment I realized that Jimmy could also speak sweetly.

He just didn't want to tell me.

I followed them to walk in the amusement park. When Jimmy was tired of walking, Jonathan carried Jimmy on his back.

After making sure Jimmy was asleep, he took Kristina's hand tenderly.

"Thank you, this is the happiest birthday Jimmy has ever had."

"Let's go home, Kristina."

Hearing that they were finally going home, my heart seemed to start beating again at this moment.

They would soon know I was indeed dead.

Would they be sad?

I wondered if Jimmy would shed a tear for me as his mother.

I was stuck on this problem for a long time until they opened the door to our house again.

Looking at the empty dining table, Jonathan's smile froze.

He looked gloomy and shouted angrily, "Catherine! You have been idle at home. We have spent a whole day outside, but you didn't even cook a meal?"

Jimmy was awakened by his voice and rubbed his eyes in confusion.

He said in a soft voice, "I'll call my mom."

Then, I watched Jimmy approach my bedroom and I felt so nervous.

To be honest, even if Jimmy didn't like me, I didn't want to scare him after I died.

Just as Jimmy was about to push open the door, Jonathan suddenly stretched out his arm and picked up Jimmy from the ground.

"Just ignore her. I can cook for you."

I breathed a sigh of relief, watching the two of them happily finish their meal aside.

After the meal, there was still no movement in the room.

Jonathan called me impatiently.

The ringtone suddenly echoed in the living room, but no one answered.

He had no patience with me. After hanging up, he strode towards the bedroom and kicked the door open.

"What do you want to do? Are you waiting for me to invite you?

"You didn't even go to Jimmy's birthday party. How can you be a mother like that? Are you waiting for me to beg you on my knees? Do you think you are the queen?"

He kept questioning me, but I didn't respond at all.

Jonathan frowned impatiently.

The next second, he took a step in front of my body.

He suddenly pulled the quilt off me.

My body had already gone cold. I didn't even have time to put on a piece of clothing.

He looked gloomy and threw the quilt on me again.

"Catherine, why are you so disgusting? Jimmy is still at home, are you so shameless that you don't even want to wear a piece of clothing?"

He wiped in disdain the parts of his body that had touched me. Then, he grabbed my arm from outside of the quilt and dragged me off the bed to the floor.

Seeing my body falling limply, he finally realized something was wrong.

The next second, he reached his hand under my nose.