After My Death, My Ashes Were Scattered by My Relatives.

On my daughter's birthday, she sent me a message: "Mom, are you back? I'm hungry." My husband also sent a message: "What are you doing? It's so late and you haven't come back to cook." My mother was very angry: "Do you take me as a mother seriously?" Everyone is waiting for me to come home and cook. But they couldn't wait any longer. Because I'm already dead.