Epilogue

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It was almost the end of the year since my mother passed away. I was so lonely and depressed for a while. I didn't know how to take her death the right way, but in reality she is physically gone.
I think about her everyday from the second I open my eyes to the last minute I fall asleep.
It has been very hard for me lately without my mother around. I still see her around my house or at least I imagine her everywhere I go.
Sometimes I think I'm crazy when I still see her and no one else can, like she's watching over me.
At random moments I have visions about my past. I know I may see things that are not really there but I believe there's an important meaning to why I see them. Every once in a great while, I hallucinate about my past. I mean doesn't everybody's past haunt them sometimes?
With all that has happened to me this year I try to stay positive like my mother always wanted. Everytime I feel stressed I remember to take deep breaths and take it easy, and she's right, I shouldn't be so hard on myself all the time. Gosh, I miss her so much.

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