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.