After Death, I Gave Up
After packing my bags, I bought the earliest ticket I could find and headed back to the countryside.
Before the bus even arrived, I spotted that familiar figure waiting by the entrance to the village. My eyes stung with tears.
When I called my grandmother, I hesitated for a long while before finally saying, "I miss you, Grandma."
She chuckled on the other end of the line, the sound warm and comforting. Then, her voice softened, full of affection. "Come home, sweetheart. I'll make your favorite lemonade fried chicken."