MIKE
Seated in front of the vanity room, made my stomach twitch painfully. This was my mother’s favourite place, and the memories of her decking up here without any reason threatened to suffocate me.
Her blue scarf was still at the back of the mirror. No matter how organised mother was, she always kept things in such strange conditions. The things she really cared about.
I brought down the scarf, and held it in my hands. There was a time I’d stepped into the room during my teen days thinking that mother would have all the time for me, and I saw something that made me so embarrassed. My father had been tying the scarf around her to make her feel better.
A smile touched my lips. Those were the good old days, and now, things were not going to be like that again. Mother had informed me whe
