Clementine:
I shook my head in disbelief.
"No. This is some kind of illusion. She cannot be my mother," I was stunned.
It didn’t make sense but it made me the happiest just to think about my mother seeing me get married.
And then a faint voice came from behind me that shook my entire existence.
"Really? Then how would you explain the cupcake you stole from your father’s plate? The one you filled with salt so he would learn not to eat yours?"
my breath got caught. I turned back to face my mother and took one step forward.
Then I froze. My hands trembled at my sides, and my lips parted.
I looked at Ian, and he could tell I was stopping myself because I believed I could not touch a spirit.
That was when Ian started to stroll towards me.
He took my hand, then the other, while standing behind me and guiding them towards my mother.
He wrapped my arms around the spirit and I gasped. Ian stepped back while I stayed in that position, holding someone I should not have been able to feel.
However, I felt her presence, the warmth, the love, everything positive from her.
Then I realized I even sensed when she wrapped her arms around me.
I have not cried this much in so many years as I cried on this single day, and it was probably only a few hours.
This time I was crying because I was happy. I had my mother in my arms, and there was no fear, nothing.
All I could feel from her was the warmth she felt for her daughter, for her children.
I kept hugging her, then I pulled back. However, there was still a hesitation in my heart.
What if this place was a magical place that showed us what we wanted to see? And of course, I had a good reason to feel this way.
"You still don’t seem to believe I’m here," my mother remarked with a smile on her lips.
"It is just that I watched you die a few hours ago. I’m not sure," I replied, rubbing my face in my hands as I pulled away from her.


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