LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

ARE YOU GONE ALREADY? Ghost. That’s the first word blaring in my mind as I stand face to face with the entity that’s supposed to be my mother. But it can't be my mother. She can never be my mother. Because my mother died…..I clutched her cold, still hands as my grandmother pulled me away from the doctors dressed in white coats, masks covering their faces, working on her body……she’s a ghost….a fucking ghost. ‘Mom….” I asked, staring at my mommy as she knits away at a sweater. I told her I wasn’t cold, but Mommy never listens to me. “I want ice cream.” I pouted, my small hand gripping onto hers so she stilled in her work. She sighs, releasing an exaggerated sound, and I know what's gonna come next. ‘Lucien…you already had some an hour ago.” I mimic, saying words with her. She pauses with her mouth slightly agape. With a giggle, I stuck my tongue out and took a running. “Lucien!” She calls from behind me, and soon after, the sound of her running after me hits my ears, forcing me to spe