Eleanor
I was still at the restaurant with Mr Harris. I sat back and thought for a while. I was sure I saw my mom, why didn't it occur to me that she was dead? The moment I saw her, it felt as if she only went on a trip and just got back. Mr. Harris finally sipped his Americano.
" It doesn't make any sense." She was dead, why then did I see her or was I having illusions?
" Are you sure it wasn't just your thoughts?" Mr. Harrison asked and gulped down all of his drink.
" I have never had delusions that I won't know what's real or not, especially when it comes to my Mom. Something is wrong. Don't you think?"
Mr. Harrison let out a heavy sigh, " what if the person just resembled her?"
" Then at least, I'd still meet the person when I went back to confirm. It wasn't up to ten minutes and
