What If We Love Again?

e her pouting lips, and a scatter of freckles all around." She was pixie-small, with a fetchingly crescent waist and jutting collar bones. Her hair was like shiny,

e layers of gold she had dangling from her arms. Her eyes were feline and utterly luminou

ton is 10 minutes older, dark-skinned, and 6ft tall while I on

in and towering height, he seemed to effortlessly command attention wherever he went. People

always had things go his way, effortlessly excelling in school and effortlessly winning the hearts of those around him. So

I was on the outskirts, looking in. I yearned for the same closeness, that same feeling of being

received from others. It was about discovering my strengths, embracing my uniqueness, and find

d that I had a knack for writing, and I poured my heart and soul into it. Through my words, I

ut rather her own biases and perceptions. I learned to accept that our relationship wou

dn't help but think of what I had picked up from my mum's room a few days back, wondering what secrets it held. Coul

ound in my mother's room into my computer. I held my breath as I clicked on a folder

ogether to form the complete picture of my mother's life and the circumstances surrounding her death. I started with the documents, meticulously reading through letters, journals, and notes. They revealed a side of my mother I

love, and a life once lived. But some pictures raised more questions t

ading me down a path of discovery and revelation. There was a part of me that felt this could lead me to something, then the other part wasn't so sure if I was on the right path. I knew I needed help but involving Detective Jake did not feel like a good idea yet.

ilience. I smiled as I saw my beautiful mother. Hearing her voice again made me revisit the times she always sat me down and advised me to do better, to be better. A few minutes into the video, I noticed her countenance changed, she fearfully brought down the camera from her face,