India Recalls The Events at the Funeral:
Sure enough, my curiosity did get the best of me and gave me the courage to chase after her. I had to confront the woman in the black wide-brim hat who was impersonating my dead mother!
When I opened the door to the parking lot, it was like the woman who resembled my mother disappeared into thin air!
I sobbed, and my body trembled uncontrollably. I dropped to my knees in the parking lot. "Why is all of this happening to me? Is she a ghost? A figment of my imagination?" I looked up at the sky, seeking and begging for answers.
"Isn't it enough that I lost Nana? Why must I be reminded that my mother is gone too?!"
Ms. Annie, my grandmother's neighbor, and friend, opened the door and found me on the ground weeping. She rushed to me as I was o
