In Another World

When I was fifteen, my grandma passed away. I thought that my future life would probably be like this: quiet, regular, and alone. Until I opened the note that grandma left on the table in the room - it was a suicide note she left for me. It said a name I had never heard of before, saying that if a sister named Bai from a flower shop came to pick me up, I would live with her. I don't even know when my grandma met such a person. So one afternoon, I opened the door and saw a strange woman with a low ponytail. She said she was grandma's friend during her lifetime and asked me to call her "Sister Xiaobai". But the moment she stepped into my door, there was no trace of the unfamiliarity of her first arrival in her steps; the clear look in her eyes when she looked at me seemed to have already known that I would be the one to open the door today. More and more questions popped up in my mind, but I didn't dare to ask any of them. Who is this person who calls herself "Sister Xiaobai"? Why did she know about me, my home, and that I would open the door today? Is what grandma left for me something to rely on in the future - or is it something else? I sat by the window and watched her open the glass door of the store and busy among the flower racks. The sunlight passed through her hair and fell on the light green bead on her neck, shining slightly. I don't know where the road ahead leads. But I vaguely felt that from the day she knocked on my door, my life seemed to be really different.