"Not true. I’m correcting my homework."
Our conversation ended this way.
And I returned to work.
Nothing had changed except for the additional phone in my bag.
I continued chatting with Jiajia every day after his school.
I gradually realized that I might’ve saved Jiajia after all, albeit in a parallel universe.
And in this universe that I’m living in, he’s not going to come back.
An afternoon three days later.
Ding!
"Mom just received a call. I‘ve been allocated to the fourth college. Are we going to be schoolmates?"
It was then that I remembered that it was the last week of primary six. We were busy preparing for the exam and because I had no phone, we seldom chatted. Because of his death, I had no idea which college he would've been allocated to. All I knew was that I’d been allocated to the sixth.
"Pity. I’ll be studying in the sixth."
