Chapter 4 4

Chapter 4

Inside the Message

Inside were the messages I sent her yesterday.

"Hana, today is Mom's 46th birthday. Can you come over and have dinner with me?"

"Just come if you can find the time. I've prepared your favorite dishes. If you don't want to stay long, you can leave right after dinner."

She took a long time to reply.

"No time. Don't contact me."

In the afternoon, I ordered a cake and sent her a picture, trying to please her.

"Hana, look at the little figures on the cake. Don't they remind you of when Mom used to hold your hand when you were little?"

"Hana, I haven't seen you in so long. Please come over for dinner today. It won't take long, I promise."

She never replied.

That entire afternoon, I was distracted. Every time my phone buzzed, I picked it up immediately.

But none of the messages were from my daughter.

In the evening, I saw my daughter's social media post.

It was a picture of her and her husband, Aydan, busy in the kitchen.

"Mom got discharged from the hospital today! Cooking something delicious for her myself!"

"Call me Chef Hana!"

I turned away, trying to hold back my tears.

Even in death, these messages still pierce my heart.

My daughter stared at her phone for a while, her expression complicated.

Finally, she typed a few words in the chat box.

"It's been dangerous lately. Try to stay in."

In the past, I would have replied to her messages instantly.

But now, Hana, you will never get a reply from me again.

Mom is already dead.

Half an hour later, I still hadn't replied to her.

She frowned and complained to Aydan.

"Sending her that message was pointless. Look, she doesn't even appreciate the concern. She didn't reply at all."

"See? People like that aren't worth caring about."

My nose stung, and I wanted to hug my daughter, but I just passed through her.

I'm sorry, my daughter. It's not that I don't want to reply.

I'm already dead. How can I respond to you?

You still care about me, don't you?