Going through the pictures I was swept away by nostalgia until one of the pictures fell out of the album. What I saw sent a chill to my bones.

There I was standing next to my mother wearing corduroys and a gold and brown striped top. The tom boy in her best 70’s outfit standing next to mother. She didn’t liked to be touched. She didn’t like me much either. I was supposed to be the girly girl who liked fancy dresses not the tom boy who preferred the company of her horse. What caught my eye was a mist touching my left hand. Am I holding that mist in my hand? #HorrorWeek