After I Died, My Husband Went Mad
My parents decorated the living room with balloons, baked a cake in my favorite flavor, and invited the whole family to celebrate.
I stared at the candlelight for a long time. In my last life, birthdays often passed quietly because Lily was sick, sad, or in need of attention. In this life, my parents sang for me with bright smiles, and no one asked me to give up my wish for someone else.
“Mira, make a wish,” Mom said.
I closed my eyes and wished that this family would never stop loving me. When I opened them, Dad was already taking pictures, while Mom held my hand.