- 3.
Shane laughed harder.
Obviously, he didn’t believe Grandma.
“I told you, we really broke up.”
“If this is Suhe’s trick, I’ll let it slide this
once.”
“Please don’t mention her name in front of
me again.”
At that moment, two women from our building
walked over, surprised to see Grandma.
“Ma’am, it’s so late, why haven’t you gone
home? Did you forget where you live again?”
Then, she sighed to the other woman: “Poor
old lady, she relied on her granddaughter, but
then her granddaughter died four years ago.
Now she’s all alone.”
Yes, I died four years ago.
I remember that birthday four years ago. I
was so happy to buy him a gift, but at the
mall, I saw him with another woman, arm in
<
arm.
Dejected, I went home and received a private
message on social media.
It was a picture of a girl wearing a man’s
white shirt, lying on a rumpled white bedsheet
in a hotel room.
Along with the photo, a message: “They say
first love can’t beat destiny. Do you think I,
the childhood sweetheart, can beat her?”
I recognized the white shirt. I sewed the top
button on myself.
I remembered it clearly because the little
flowers I embroidered on it were from a
tutorial I followed online.
Shane didn’t mind; he wore it even to
important meetings.
He said it was a symbol of our love.
But now, that symbol was on another woman.
That’s when I realized love could be so cheap.
