It was at that point I woke up. I wonder for how long I'll keep having these dreams. Recently, they seem to have increased. I had tried to talk to my mum about them when she still lived but she'd always waved them aside.
I still miss her. If only I hadn't forgotten the grocery, she wouldn't have gone back to the store. The guilt still haunts me till now.
Dew said I had to let it go. She'd said what happened was not in any way my fault.
That's all for now, dear diary. Till next time.”
Jenine closed the diary. Her fingers traced the intricate designs and letterings. It had been a long time since she last wrote in it. The day before her mum had died.
Her pen drummed gently on its dark red cover as she stared blankly at the wall. She shook her head as a shudder passed through her body. H
