My home is here.
Absolutely certain.
Even just watching quietly, I still feel the warmth. No unease, no hesitation, no wandering.
Susan Soo drifted through the gaps in space, quietly watching Susan Morrow’s life. She felt a growing strength within her, something awakening from her soul. Though she hadn’t found the source, she just knew this strong-willed, life-saving woman was her sister.
Older sister or younger sister? She was curious, but it didn’t really matter.
Looking at her, Susan Soo felt as if she saw herself—or another version of herself. If life started over, maybe she’d be like her now: happy, fulfilled, joyful, upright—the dream she always had.
At the same time, she kept learning—stuff Cambridge never taught her.
That’s what home feels like.
“Sis, I came to see you!” The school-aged boy appeared—it was Simon Soo. He gently touched his sister’s round belly, grinning mischievously. “Hey, nephew, your uncle’s gonna open an arcade someday. I’ll take you to play games!”
“Don’t lead the kid astray!” Susan Morrow flicked his forehead, and Simon Soo just laughed silly.
Is that... my little brother?
Memories are surging.
“Susan, you go rest.” Angela Young, just a middle-aged lady at the time, bustled about the house. “You work so hard at your job, when you get home you need to rest. Take care of that baby!”
Don’t worry, Mom. It’s no big deal.
No way, it’s cold—you can’t touch cold water! I’ll wash the dirty clothes, I’ll do the dishes, you go lie down and rest! The middle-aged lady took charge, shook out a big quilt, and wrapped Susan Morrow up like a little caterpillar, only her head poking out, afraid her daughter might catch a chill.
Is that... Mom?
Is this really Mom?
That familiar, comforting feeling.
Memories are churning, something’s about to burst out.
“Son-in-law, today let’s build a stove together.” Samuel Soo showed up in the yard, rolling up his sleeves to get to work. The middle-aged man was in great shape now, quick and handy with everything. “I got a truckload of good wood from an old war buddy—the meat cooked on it smells amazing!”
The wood was piled high in the yard. Uncle James and Samuel Soo split the work—James sawed the big logs into pieces, while Samuel set up the chopping block, grabbed the hatchet, and brought it down hard on the wood.
Crack—the wood split in two, and it felt like that chop split the fog around Susan Soo’s memories.
Is that... Dad?
Yes, that hand holding the hatchet, that posture, that feeling. No memories, but so familiar, so comforting. It had to be Dad!
This is my home!
I want to go home—really go home, not just drift around like a ghost among them.
But... Susan Soo felt anxious.
How am I supposed to come back?
Will they still accept me?
No, no, can’t be so negative—think positive! How can I get them to accept me?
Her mind flashed with endless info like an overclocked computer. Susan Soo analyzed carefully: According to sociology, the biggest barrier to being accepted by a group is 'language'—not just accent or dialect, but their slang, habits, body language, traditions, and all the little details of daily life.
For example, if you can use the inside jokes only this group gets, you’ll fit in way faster.
Yep, yep, makes sense! Let’s do it!
I need to watch closely—see how the family actually gets along. Stare—
“Sis-in-law...” Little Sally Young, just a few years old, rubbed her eyes and wandered over. She’d napped all afternoon. Susan Morrow always treated Sally kindly, so Sally was very attached to her.
Ugh... my head hurts...
You’re a little lazy pig, slept too much! Let me rub your head.' Susan Morrow gently massaged Sally’s scalp, while Susan Soo in the gap quickly memorized the technique. Her fingers wiggled in the air, practicing the new trick. Suddenly, a memory surfaced—Mom used to rub her head just like this. It felt so good...
Oh, that feels great! Sis-in-law, sing me a song—you sing so well, teach me, teach me!' Sally Young hugged Susan Morrow’s waist, her face pressed to her belly, totally serious: 'Little baby, I’ll learn first, then I’ll teach you when you come out.
Okay, I’ll teach you a song. When the baby’s born, you can teach him to play piano, okay?
Okay!
Okay, listen up—here’s a song for good babies.
A song for good babies?
Maybe I heard it before!
Susan Soo’s eyes flashed again, and she focused hard, trying to memorize every word.
Susan Morrow hugged Sally Young, gently swaying and singing: “Little swallow, wearing flowered clothes, every spring you come here. I ask, why do you come, little swallow? You say, spring here is the prettiest...”
Bathed in the gentle, happy singing, Susan Soo, still in the half-space, was completely enchanted.
It wasn’t a celebrity performance, but the sweetness, harmony, and hope for the future in that voice—just beautiful.
I want to sing like that, too!
“For my favorite nephew—first time meeting, here’s your gift!” Simon Soo, still a wild kid, dashed over, jingling a string of arcade tokens. “Listen, in the big city, there are arcades. You can play shooting games—bang bang bang, super fun! These tokens are my most precious treasure, and now they’re all yours. Someday you’ll be a sharpshooter—two guns, unbeatable!”
“You little brat, wasting money again?” Samuel Soo yelled from afar, swinging a broom at Simon’s backside—smack, one whack for every word: “You wanna mess around, play video games, be a gunslinger—your old man was the real double-gun hero in the army! I’ll show you what double-gun means!”
Simon Soo yelped and ran off.
But from her half-space, Susan Soo found it hilarious and couldn’t help but laugh. After a moment, she remembered her main task.
A meeting gift?
Do you need a meeting gift the first time you see a baby?
Uh, literally, a meeting gift should be given after you actually meet, right? The baby isn’t even born—can you give a gift?
But through hyperspace, I can see the baby—so I guess it counts as meeting.
Whatever, doesn’t matter—I have to give one!
But... what should I give?
The most precious thing... what’s my most precious thing right now?
Got it.' Susan Soo reached out, her hand passing through space to touch the unborn twins. She stared intently as a drop of crystal-clear liquid appeared in her palm.
As soon as the liquid appeared, it triggered indescribable changes—not just in one place or time, but as if it pierced through space and time, deeply affecting everything in the world.
What is this liquid?
“This is the most precious thing I’ve ever found in the depths of the hyperspace ocean—more precious than the Sand of Infinity, more precious than the Chaos Mirror, more precious than the Key of Superman, more precious than the corpse of a god, more precious than the truth of the universe. I don’t know what it is or what it will do, but I know it’s a source of endless life.”
“It’s born extraordinary. Maybe its power won’t show right away, but I believe it’s the perfect match for you, who are also born extraordinary.”
“Looking at you is like seeing my own children.” Watching the happy little babies grow, Susan Soo offered her warm hand: “With this, I bless you, children. May you always be healthy, always be happy.”
Drip. The strange drop of liquid entered the babies, merging into their blood and disappearing in ripples.
Boom. Something in the void of fate was touched, deeply changing many things.
Whoosh. A hazy golden light appeared on the babies’ skin. The light was still weak, but like a seed deep in the earth.
Absorbing nourishment, sprouting forth.