Amelia suddenly thought of something and leaned closer to Alex. She asked softly, "Then Daddy, what about our family? Do our ancestors like their graves?"
Alex was speechless. The question was too difficult for him to answer.
Amelia said, "Can I make the shape I like?" Her grandmother and the others did not answer her. She could only ask her father. In Amelia's heart, her father was omnipotent. Her father was the real one.
Alex finally said, "We're implementing new funeral rules now. Compared to traditional tombstones, artistic tombstones are custom-made. They cause diversity and shapes…"
Amelia: "In other words, it's okay?" She got the answer she wanted and was satisfied. She took a big bite of the pig trotter and thought to herself that when she went to the family tomb, she must ask the ancestors if they liked their house. If they didn't, she could help the ancestors make the tombstones look like they liked!
