Come to mummy

Farrell:

"Maria!" I screamed, and then I jerked up at once. I looked around to see that I was lying on Maria's bed.

The sun had just risen, and I guessed I had slept walk once more but this time it was for a good cause. I stood up from the bed,and walked to her dresser where her combs and everything were still perfectly laid out. I picked one of them, and I found a few strands of her hair on them.

"You were really here," I muttered, running my hand on the comb.

Suddenly a very gentle breeze swept by, giving me a brief chilly feel that had the hairs on my body standing, and goosebumps sprouting out of my body.

"Rest in peace, my love," I said with a deep sigh.

I felt an inrush of emotions as I did when I met her, but this time I wasn't angry. It felt nice knowing she was in a good place, and all that could have been was terrible so I was grateful that it never happened.

They said you couldn't have your cake, and eat it so I took a deep breath, shoving off the emotions that engulfed