Auntie…”

The sweet and tender voice of Grace came through the screen, warming Taya’s heart.

“Grace, do you miss me?”

“Yes……”

After Grace nodded, she lifted her phone and turned it in the direction behind her.

Then she flung herself in front of the screen, covered her mouth with her little hand and whispered, “Auntie, Strange Uncle took me to the cemetery and I saw your picture here.”

“But, Strange Uncle said it isn’t you in the picture, it’s my mum.” ...