After I Died, Even My Loved Ones Scattered My Ashes

On my daughter’s birthday, she messaged me: “Mom, are you coming home? I’m hungry.”

My husband messaged too: “What are you doing? It’s so late, and you still haven’t come home to cook.”

My mother was furious: “Do you even care about me as your mother?”

Everyone was waiting for me to come home and make dinner.

But they would never see me again.

Because I was already dead.