The meadow was not green anymore. The yellow was seeping into the clouds, into the roots as well. The tiny white flowers were not smiling anymore. Nor was her soul. She stood over a tombstone. A teardrop escaped her eye, and fell on a little bug. Was it moaning too? She didn’t know.
She stood over the tombstone, reading the inscription. 23 September 1989. A mere 23, such a sweet age. “She brought in the sunshine. “ She almost smiled reading this. After a long time, her lips moved for something other than a sneer. Her heart broke when she saw the woman, leaning over the grave keeping the flowers.
Everything had been hazy lately, she couldn’t see clearly, couldn’t speak at all. So when she saw the woman’s lips moving, she listened real close to catch her words.
“I’m sorry darling. I didn’t think I’ll lose you forever. The doctor didn’t know about your allergies, and the money was so good, you would have loved the new house, the clothes. You helped us stay afloat, alive, Sweetheart. And you….”
The haze was clearing now, the woman was crystal clear now. She felt a burn, hatred. That was what she felt. Hatred. Toward the woman, who was crying, pretending to be crying over the tombstone. Her tombstone. She knew why she was still here. She knew why she kept seeing that woman, why she kept seeing her mother. Why her mother appeared surrounded by all the riches!
Betrayed. She had been betrayed by her own flesh and bone. The burn got more intense, as she saw her mother walk into the new car. She followed that car out of the graveyard, for the first time in 24 days was able to keep a foot out of the graveyard.
The car stopped in front of an apartment. She knew what she had to do. She knew she needed answers. She realized what she needed most. Revenge.