After not receiving an answer from me for a long time, Munchkin looked curiously at me. When he saw the tears on my face, he asked in surprise, "Why are you crying, Mommy?”
I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and bent down t o hug Munchkin. "Mommy will take you to see Cecilia tomorrow."
Munchkin looked at the photo and nodded, saying, " Okay."
The house had been vacant for a very long time, hence it was necessary to clean the house. I handed
Munchkin my phone and asked him to sit on the sofa quietly while playing with the phone.
He was a sensible child, so after playing with the phone on the sofa, he picked up the rag which I had placed on the coffee table and started wiping.
I walked over and rubbed his head. "You know how to help Mommy clean the house now, huh?"
Munchkin felt very proud and stuck out his little chest. "I've grown up."
I looked with relief at the picture on the TV stand and said silently in my heart, "Are you seeing this, Cecilia? Your child has grown up. He knows how to behave
and is a very good boy."
The next day, I brought Munchkin to the cemetery.
This cemetery would expand every year. The cemetery was very big now, which showed that many more people had lost their loved ones over the course o f three years.
Flowers were sold outside of the cemetery, and the flower seller was an older woman. Perhaps she saw how adorable Munchkin was, so she smiled at him." This child is too young. It's best if he doesn’t go in."
I placed my hand on Munchkin's head. "There's someone very important to him in there."
The old woman sighed softly but did not say anything else.
In the end, I picked a bouquet of jasmine flowers. They were Cecilia's favorite when she was still alive.
"Is that it?" the old woman asked.
I then picked two more bunches of white roses, paid for them, and brought Munchkin into the cemetery.
There were many steps, and it took us a long time to get to the top.
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