"You're an illusion," I mumbled, trying to put conviction in my words. But it was nothing but a mere attempt to make myself believe that the woman before me was not my mother.
Her eyes, her hair, and even the quirk in her brows were all the same. But I couldn't be deceived. I can't afford to be deceived right now.
Taking a step back, I shook my head. The woman followed me, her lips trembling and tears gathered in her eyes.
The fog had slowly cleared away, making room for me to see the curvy path ahead. If I moved along, what would happen? Would this woman try to stop me?
"Son," my eyes widened, her ghostly hands reaching out to me.
I took two steps backward, my heartbeat going abnormally fast. I held my hand, palms out to her.
"Stop right there. You can't fool me. My mother…" I gulped, the lump in my throat halting me from finishing the thought. It was better to leave it at that too.
