Why was I making everyone close to me an instant enemy?
Was it because I didn’t believe the way my mother died? Was it because I was suspicious that someone close to us may have been responsible? Everyone seemed too quick to accept that she had died of a heart attack, but my mother never had a history of any health issues. She never complained of pains or illness, yet she had a heartache and dropped dead just like that.
My skin was starting to crawl; it was an unusual sensation. Typically, when this happens, I find my mother, and her presence soothes me instantly. However, I no longer had the same familiarity with anyone. No one would understand my unusual condition.
Hell, I didn’t even understand it, but my mother always knew what I needed. She was always there, calming me down with he
