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When my grandmother became seriously ill, I was volunteering at a nursing home in Houston. The scenery here is full of spring in all seasons. The outdoor grass seems to always show full of life under the sun's Pudu, and the occasional refreshing breeze blows across the face on the sparkling lake, inadvertently evoking a warm smile at the corner of the mouth. However, after living a high-speed and convenient life in the city, I suddenly came to this village where mobile phone signals are always parked in the second grid, and I am not used to it. Those experiences of chatting with netizens late into the night and hooking up with dead parties can only be played in the loop in their minds at the moment.

My job here is simple, every morning at 8 o'clock to check the wards to see if the patients have any needs or discomfort, help them make the beds, open the windows, and let the hopeful sun shine into the wards. Such a cyclical work, over time, will slowly become acquainted with the patients, and begin to learn to enjoy the taste of each.

Mrs. Smith, who was 26 beds, was admitted to recuperate because of a sudden heart attack, and her condition was not particularly serious, but she seemed to have suffered a serious psychological blow, and her spirit had been in a trance. Her sweet little son, Hammer, would be very well-behaved every day, chatting with her, taking her out for walks and basking in the sun. Only when Mrs. Smith rests will the little ones sit down on a bench on the lawn and look up at the sky quietly. On Christmas Day, all the staff in the hospital prepared gifts for the patients, and I gave a point-and-shoot camera to little Hammer, which was given to me by my grandmother when I was a child, and through the camera's camera hole, I could see two children playing under the blue sky. Hammer seemed to like the gift, and after accepting it, he excitedly stamped a kiss on my face. Every time I saw Hammer sitting on a bench since then, I would go over and sit down with him, trying to talk to him, but the loneliness and sadness in the strength of that back-up face blocked my squirming lips. He had been with him all along, and Hammer had been immersed in his own world, quiet enough to make me wonder if he felt my presence.

Is there really a heaven above the sky? Hammer, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, as if he were talking to himself and as if he were asking me. I was stunned how the children taught by Marxism could believe in this kind of theology, but as soon as I turned my head and touched Hammer's flickering eyes, my heart couldn't help but tighten, and I smiled a little, and replied that of course there were, but there were many people living there that we could no longer see. That Catherine also lived there. Catherine? Who is it? I thought to myself. My sister Catherine never came back after going out camping with her classmates two months ago, and the police said she might have died. Hammer choked up. I finally understood why this child had shown such a lonely expression before, and it turned out that his little soul had endured so much—his sister was missing, and his mother was sick and hospitalized because of it. I stroked his hair in pain and hugged him tightly and said, Catherine will not leave Hammer, she must be somewhere in heaven now, looking up at the sky like Hammer. Are you sure? So what color would heaven be? Catherine's favorite is sky blue, and Catherine's bedroom at home is made like the sky by her. Really? That Catherine must be very satisfied now, you see heaven is above that sky, the whole heaven is surrounded by sky, naturally everywhere is sky blue...

Later, Hammer would pull me to see Catherine every day and tell me a lot of naughty things that she had done with Catherine before. Whenever he said something happy, he would laugh out loud, as if he wanted Catherine to hear it. Looking at Hammer's happy smile, I smiled and looked up at the sky, silently praying in my heart for happiness to return to Hammer's home, back to the heart of this 13-year-old child.

I couldn't wait to see Mrs. Smith get out of the hospital, so I received the news of my grandmother's death, and without saying goodbye to Hammer, I boarded the flight back to China. A sudden void hit my atrium, the ventricles shrank one by one, and the tears swirled in the eye sockets. When I ran home, I no longer saw my grandmother's kind face, only the cold and cold urn. Holding the box full of grandma's smell, I cried bitterly, and my mind was full of my grandmother's kindness to me in the past. Crying for a long time turned out to be a very tired and tired thing, tired to the point that there were no tears and the heart was still contracting, so tired that the body had no support and could only lean on the side of the bed... Touching my grandmother's smiling face in the album, I thought of Hammer, I thought of Catherine, and I remembered that my grandmother must be looking at me in heaven at this moment, looking at a sky blue.

Text/Shao Ya

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