JASMINE
I stare at the wall before turning and walking in the other direction. My thoughts are a Ferris wheel of emotional reactions. My feet begin to feel lazy, and I move toward the bed before plopping on it.
All this while, I had managed to bury my past in the recesses of my mind. I had conducted a swift burial, said a prayer or two before dumping everything that will remind me of her. The foggy memory of something that I don't even know the full details of. It is the fact that I lack details about her that made the burial swift and easy to dispense emotional justice.
My mother, she is like that one firefly that keeps slipping out of my grasp when I get too close. When my palms have clasped in a resounding slap and my heart bubbles with joy that I have finally found the full details
