Chapter 59

A picture of my mother at dinner crossed my mind as my heart squeezed in painful twist under my ribcage. She wasn´t the same woman as I remembered her, she had turned into a shadow. She was like a zombie, walking on this earth. She was so small, weak, and pained. The spark of life had left her. We only saw that one moment of a glitter of hope that her spirit has only been captured in some bubble deep insider her, begging to come back and bring her flame for living again. Oh how I pray that is so.  I want to scream, cry, rage but I am seldom able. However, since I have been here I feel and have experience more feeling than I have in many long years. To exist I had no choice, it is what I have become. With a frustrated sigh, I removed these damn glasses of my eyes and tucked them behind my pocket. I cannot stand wearing these blasted things all day. I really have to talk with my Master about finding another way to hide my identity. Blasted eyes they are the one true give awa