The door to my bedroom opened, and I saw my mother enter the room.
She was wearing a plain yellow dress, and her black hair was packed to the back, leaving no strains of hair left unchecked.
She was shocked to see me inside the room. Pointing a finger at me, she said, "Who are you and what are you doing in my daughter's room?".
"I-". I wanted to tell her that I was the daughter she was talking about, but I didn't know how to say it.
"Are you here to rob this room? If you are, then please leave this room, and you can rob all the other rooms". She said to me, causing my eyes to become teary.
"Mom". I called her and her eyes widened.
"Mom?". She muttered. Her eyes were lifeless. "Yes. I haven't heard anyone call me that since my daughter died". She said.
