CHAPTER FIVE
I couldn't believe that I was looking at my mother and father in the afterlife.
They didn't look at all like their physical forms. In fact, it was hard to distinguish between them. I didn't quite know if I was looking at my mother’s or my father’s soul. I had to learn to distinguish them by their light, and boy, were both of their cores bright.
"I hate to ask this," I said, "but who's who?"
My mother, Devora Broussard, cackled and said, "You forgot us that quickly?”
The two cores floated next to each other. The core on the left had to be my mother. She floated next to me and circled me as if in a frenzied wind.
"Don't you recognize your dear old mother?" she asked.
In the physical world, my mother was a short woman with cropped gray hair. She was a serious woman with pi
