Okay. You guys might think that I am currently looking at my mother, right? Well, you’re wrong. I am most certainly not looking at my mother. At least I don’t think she is my mother. She looks and feels older to be my mother. She doesn’t look old like humans would look when they’re old.
“You don’t have cat’s eyes so you must be the Serena of this era. Which means you’re not who I’m looking for.”
I just stared at her for a good long while. She also just stared back at me, quietly observing me in ways I cannot fathom. I shake my head and recalled what she had just said.
“What did you mean when you said that you close the wounds of the deceased before burning them? Some might consider those important, don’t you think?” I asked her, my face in a distorted manner.
“It means what it means.
