My Family Gave My Life to My Sister Chapter 09

My Family Gave My Life to My Sister Chapter 09

After they died, they arrived in Heaven and frantically searched for Saint Peter.

Mom and Dad grabbed onto Saint Peter’s robe while Grant dropped to his knees.

All three started talking at once, their words tumbling over each other.

“Saint Peter, please, we need to see Hannah!”

“We have so much we need to tell her!”

“We failed her.”

“We want to apologize to her in person.”

“We want to beg her to forgive us!”

“Please, just let us see her once.”

“Just once. Please!”

Saint Peter looked at them and gave a cold laugh.

“You want to see her?”

“But does she want to see you?”

With a wave of his hand, a vision screen appeared before them.

On the screen, a baby was born into a new family.

A young woman stood beside her, smiling as she waved a little toy in front of her.

Then a man walked in carrying a bowl of baby cereal.

He blew gently on it before handing it to the woman. She scooped up a little with a spoon, gently blew on it to cool it, then brought it to the baby’s mouth.

The baby opened her mouth with a little “Ah!” and took a big bite.

Baby cereal smeared all over her face.

Her tiny hands waved through the air until she caught one of the woman’s fingers and held on tight.

The woman bent down and kissed her forehead.

…mtahina with a gentle look in his eyes.

The scene on the vision screen changed.

The baby was now sitting on Dad’s shoulders, riding on his neck as she looked out the window.

Birds flew past outside.

She stretched out one tiny hand and pointed at them.

“Ah! Ah!”

Mom followed beside them with a bowl, trying to feed her.

Dad deliberately slowed down, making the baby so impatient that she grabbed his hair.

The whole family dissolved into laughter.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell across all three of their faces.

Saint Peter looked at the three people kneeling before him.

His voice was calm.

“I once asked her if she wanted to wait for you.

Mom’s head snapped up.

Her lips trembled.

“She said no.”

Grant’s shoulders shook.

“She said she’d had enough disappointment over the years.”

“She doesn’t want to wait anymore.”

“She said this life is good.”

“She has parents who love her.”

“One day, she’ll have a husband who cherishes her.”

“She’ll be happy.”

“She doesn’t want to go back to the home she had with you.”

The vision screen slowly faded.

But the baby’s laughter continued to echo through Heaven, soft and bright, one peal after another.

I stood beside the fading screen, looking at the tiny version of myself inside it.

The house wasn’t big.

But the curtains were new.

A play mat covered the floor.

The cabinets were filled with toys.

Every day when Dad came home from work, the first thing he did was scoop me up and lift me into

the air.

Every night, Mom had to read me three bedtime stories before I’d finally fall asleep.

One day, I’d grow up.

I’d wear my hair in little braids and go to school.

A boy in my class would tug on my hair.

Whenever I got a good grade, I’d come home and proudly show it off.

I would smile so brightly.

One day, I’d meet a boy who only had eyes for me.

On my birthday, he’d stand outside my school holding a bouquet of flowers.

He’d take my hand and walk with me down long streets.

And one evening, he’d drop to one knee and ask me to marry him.

I’d say yes.

That old home hadn’t belonged to me for a long time.

From then on, I would have a different life.