There is no wind here so my mother's ashes remain in place, showing the silhouette of her body. Only her clothes and the ornaments she was wearing have stayed behind. How come I don't feel better after seeing her die.
Is it because I am not the cause of her death? Is it because she said she loved me before dying? She said she loved me and yet she abandoned me to save her own life. She apologized for it but she never tried to find me and lived her life carefree of any thoughts for me. Yet, she loved me and apologized. I would like to laugh right now but my head can't accept her last words as a joke.
"Because, deep down, you loved her."
"Stop reading my mind, Maria."
"It's okay, Kevin. You don't need to hold it. Your tears are already proof enough of your feelings. You should let it all out."
