Chris was in his late father's house when he received a call from an unknown number. The latter was sitting on the old and only couch in the sitting room, with his legs crossed as he gazed up to the ceiling, resting his back on the couch, a lot of thoughts ran through his head, unanswered questions that had failed to be answered. The call jolted him back to reality as he took his small cell phone, frowning at the unknown ID.Chris knew now wasn't the time to play funny games or joke with anyone. He declined the call and dropped the phone beside him but seconds later, the call came again, from the same person.With a sigh, Chris reluctantly answered the call, not making a sound as a familiar voice resounded in his ears."Son, don't know what day it is?" "Huh?" Chris's eyes widened in shock as he remembered this voice belonged to his grandfather whom he met at the cemetery where his father was buried. And by what day is it, what did he mean?"Grand... grandfather, I didn't know the c
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