Chapter Forty Six

The Red String

‘Grandma, how did I die?’

‘The valve of your artery thickens,’ she said. ‘It prevents your heart from pumping blood.’

‘We both have heart disease, I see,’ I said. ‘Mama said you were writing something in your diary.’

‘I was writing a story,’

‘Can I read it someday in the past?’

‘You write your own,’ she said. ‘Somewhere in the future Mallory will read your story.’

There was a long silence between us, as we sit at the kitchen table looking at the small, opened window.

‘If I can talk to God,’ I said. ‘Like He and I really talking,’ I added. ‘I would ask him why I wasn’t meant to be happy.’

I watched her feet lifted from the ground. Her white kimono aesthetically flows as the wind blows strong behind her. Her long black hair spreads faultless as the wind carried on. She took out the red satin belt around her waist, and it magically turned into a red string. And there was a very bright light which almost blinded me, when the light disappeared so as grandmother.

I found myse