I can predict who will die

It was probably in the second grade , it was summer , and it was very sunny . I played on the roadside with two classmates , and after passing a small shop , we went in to buy popsicles . Then we stood in front of the small shop eating popsicles together . I was eating and eating , and suddenly a lot of paper money , or more specifically , coins , floated in my mind . Moreover , it seems to be out of control , and I didn't recover until the coins fell to the ground . Not long afterward , I heard horns in the distance , and I heard women crying . One of my classmates ran over to the place where the sound was heard , and after a while , he ran back quickly , pulling me and another classmate to the small shop . " Someone died , and there are mourners and coffins in front of them , " said the classmate . I thought it was incredible , and then the funeral procession passed the small shop , and I stood behind the door and peeked out secretly . Someone in line were blowing a trumpet , the person in the middle of the line lowered his head , holding a brown-black box of both hands , a few men were carrying coffins , and a few people at the back of the line were throwing paper money into the air . I shuddered a little , and then hurried back home . Later , once , I went to play at a friend's house where I played well . My friend's parents worked in other places and lived with their grandparents since childhood . Grandpa passed away relatively early , so friends have been relying on grandma . After I went there that day , I happened to meet my friend's grandma at the door . My friend's grandma looked at me kindly and said , "Xiaoqing , come and play ! I'll go to pick some lychees and come back for you to eat . " . When I first saw the face of my friend's grandmother , I always had a bad premonition , but I couldn't tell what it was . I smiled and said , "Wow . " . I went into the house to find a friend . I chatted with my friend with an afternoon of gossip . It was a little late , but my friend's grandmother still didn't come home . " My grandma must have met another woman and chatted with her , " my friend said . " I feel like your grandma won't come back ." . I blurted out . My friend suddenly looked at me in horror , then burst into tears , got up and ran to the neighbor's house , called some people to help find my grandmother , and then I followed my friend to search . We searched for more than an hour , but couldn't find it . As a result , an uncle in the village suddenly called us from a distance . The uncle said that his friend's grandmother fell on the mountain , hit her head with a stone , and bled , and has now been sent to the town hospital . The friend hurriedly followed the uncle to the hospital . However , it was later learned that the friend's grandmother had passed away during the process of being taken to the hospital . My friend hasn't seen me since then , and I think she hates me . It was also after that that that I lost the ability to predict death . Maybe it gradually returned to ordinary with age , or maybe I subconsciously forgot this ability . Anyway , it is a good thing for me . Predicting death is not a happy thing , but a burden !