My grandfather passed away because of illness
when my mother was still a child. My mother was on first grade. She had no
sibling. Maybe she felt lonely in those days. When she fell asleep in her bed,
she started to feel like someone was on her quilt. She thought it could be her
dead father. But that meant it was a ghost. She got scared.
One day, she told my grandmother about it. My
grandmother said, “Next time, when you feel that, you should wake me up and
tell me. If it is your father, I have many things to say.” She would tell him
things like “How could you die like that? You left me and a little child. You
are so irresponsible. Now what? You have come to my daughter and frightened
her? How dare you do that?”
After that day, my mother had never felt
someone invisible on her quilt.
I guess my grandfather was really afraid of my
grandmother.
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