My mother’s words hung in the air like shattered glass before it hits the floor. She stood there waiting for me to answer her question but I couldn’t. All I could do was stare at her with my mouth hanging open. The echo of her words pounded through my brain like a drum quartet. Play. Pause. Rewind. It was all there. I couldn’t deny it but at the same time I couldn’t believe it. They were the last words any child expects to hear and the words a grown child dreads to hear.
The weekend began innocently enough but everything had gone awry in a flash.
I’d planned to have a relaxing weekend but that was before I’d received the phone call. The phone call was what had changed everything.
Up until now, the events surrounding this moment didn’t even compare.
The whole time I was thinking about all of that, one question echoed through my mind. How could my mother be dead if she was standing right in front of me?
The weekend began innocently enough but everything had gone awry in a flash.
I’d planned to have a relaxing weekend but that was before I’d received the phone call. The phone call was what had changed everything.
Up until now, the events surrounding this moment didn’t even compare.
The whole time I was thinking about all of that, one question echoed through my mind. How could my mother be dead if she was standing right in front of me?