More than 6 months passed.
I didn't know whether time had softened the pain or work had simply numbed me, but I slowly began to accept my mother's death.
Sooner or later, we all had to find a way out of the darkness.
When the office closed for the New Year holiday, I went home.
I planned to bury my mother's ashes in our hometown. After everything, I wanted to bring her home to rest.
I'd only been back a few days when a woman behaving strangely appeared outside the house.
She wore a hospital gown and seemed deeply disoriented.
I thought she might have a disability and need help, so I immediately contacted the community services office.
But someone there told me she was Cosima.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"What happened to her?"
I'd suspected Cosima probably wasn't happ
