Alone in the House I looked out the window and saw the trees swaying in the wind. I walked back to the couch and turned on the news. On the news they talked about multiple people reporting seeing a weird shadow. I knew it was nothing and I had nothing to fear. I decided to go in my bedroom and go to sleep. Right when I was about to sleep, I heard a big BOOM. I ran out of my room and out the house. I was going to run to the police station when I was stopped by my mother. “What's the matter, honey?” “I…I” I stuttered. I didn’t know what to do. I just stood there frozen. My whole life flashed before my eyes. From my first memory of my mother dying to the large boom. I snapped out of it when I heard a purring sound. My mother was no longer there. I decided to walk back home, realizing I was probably only imagining and the wind most likely caused a book to fall or something in that sort. I got into bed and heard another BOOM. This time I calmly got up and tried to find the source. Then, she was back. My mother. My dead mother. “Relax honey there is nothing to fear.” I couldn’t relax, in fact I screamed. I screamed so loud and so sharp my glass of water I left sitting shattered. There, my mother no longer stood in front of me, she was gone. I decided I was probably just imagining her because I was so tired. I decided to try to sleep again. Finally, I was able to, until I was awoken by tapping on my shoulder. “Good morning, honey” said a voice. I rolled over and saw my mother. This time I remain silent, I was no longer scared. I wanted to see what would happen. “I made you your favorite breakfast. Get out of bed and get dressed, then you can eat. We can catch up since I haven’t seen you in what feels like forever!” I did as I was told just to find nothing on the table. “Eat up! You have a long day planned!” Which I didn’t. I had nothing planned but to catch up on my favorite shows. I decided I had to speak up, “Mother, there isn’t anything here. I also don’t have any plans today.” “Sure you do,” she replied, “you are hanging out with Janet!” Those words. I have heard them before. In fact, those were the last words my mother said to me before she died. I cannot go through the pain again. What was happening? Was something or someone I love about to be ripped away from me again? Without hesitation I just started running. Where to? I don’t know. I couldn’t face being hurt as much as I was when she died. The pain I went through for the next 10 years at the orphanage.