Moira: Beyond The Truth

eel the heat on my back. As soon as I opened my eyes, I immediately noticed my window. I gasped.

skin until the hairs on my neck swelled. Cold. I didn't like the cold at all. I stil

is getting old" I muttere

e. The window often opened by itself with shadows that scared me to spend time alone in the room. I was a big g

gging my bolster. I was fine. I had been through it all this time and I can get past this one too.

y mother's tired footsteps. I stayed silent. If she knew I was awake, she would have a chat with me. Mother stroked my hair gently. Mother's car

Your grandma is always li

etween mother and grandmother has not been good since then. They would argue when I wasn't around and then shut up when I saw them arguing. Even though I miss Dad, I didn't ask anything. Mother spoke first. Father had bu

as a linguist. She knew at least five languages. Sometimes, mothers even become editors of writers from other countries and even become translators. I always wanted to ask about t

e reason I had always been able to survive this long from the shadows is my mother's song. Mother has a sweet

called. "One day,

more. I had plunged int