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.