"You called me a what now?" His mother tilted her head in confusion before standing up out of the coffin.
Her legs were still slightly trembling from being dead for so long, and her psyche clearly hadn't recovered yet.
However, one thing was for sure: she remembered him.
"I'm Michael," he stated. "Just like you, I died. Though I'm back now, and so are you."
"So long story short, you're telling me that you are my son, you died, I died, and now we are both suddenly back together?" She asked skeptically. "You do know how ridiculous that sounds, right?"
"You do remember dying, so why are you surprised at being alive again?" Michael commented with a sigh.
His mother always had been blunt, skeptical, and oftentimes, slightly stupid.
She narrowed her eyes. "You look nothing like him."
Michael merely shrugged. "It's been decades, Mom. I changed, and so have you."
