My mom did not know I was about to die. Right after she hung up, I took my last breath and closed my eyes.
No one noticed that I had passed away.
My neighbor was napping in the chair next to me, while two old men in the next bed were playing chess.
My spirit left my body and drifted to the house in our hometown.
One of Joan’s hands had been cut off, so she was screaming in pain.
My mom pushed my dad over to Joan in his wheelchair. He was tied up just like she was.
He was in pain too, maybe just as much as Joan, but he did not care. He just wanted to get close to her and save her.
“You lost our son because you were addicted to gambling and made enemies with a gang leader. That’s why they took him away. Joan isn’t even our real child! Why do you care about her?!
“The one you should care about is Jenna. She’s still in the hospital!
“But it’s okay. I’ve found a way to save Jenna. Just watch.”
My mom had lost her mind.
My dad did not believe her and tried to approach Joan.
Joan
