One hot afternoon, I saw four men walk into my old family home, carrying something on their shoulders wrapped with white garment
I went closer to take a look. Lo-and-behold, it was my mother’s corpse, with a sharp knife sticking out of her belly.
“We are sorry for your loss,” they said and left.
“No!!!!” I screamed as I jolted awake.
I looked around at the totally unfamiliar environment. I had this groggy feeling, felt so disoriented.
A lot of machines and equipment, including the breathing tube, cannula and other medical equipment, were attached to my nose and hands. I couldn’t even move.
“She’s awake,” I heard Clint say. His eyes were so intense, he looked at me anxiously with so much guilt and hurt. He looked like he had not slept for a year.
He held my weak hands and kissed my
