Chapter 2 Part 1

She was the child of her ex-husband.

 Everyone had heard about my grandmother’s big divorce. When my grandmother was only 16 she married a handsome, rich young man. They had a baby when grandma was only 20. But then soon after when Linda was 3, her father changed. My grandmother was all new to this whole ghost, crossing over thing and she was very naive about it, but yet very confused. She had horrible nightmares about these creepy black figures, which are figures that bring a cold, empty and useless feeling. They would go to grieving ones and lead them into suicide and then torment their dead souls. The sad thing was that they actually exist. Because Vincent was her husband she would tell him everything, But Vincent didn’t tell her that she would be okay or that he would protect her he asked questions about their power and if they had newcomers. My grandmother was too head over heels in love with him that she didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. After a month of continuously asking everything my grandmother knows and had learnt. He killed himself, and is to this day the most powerful “Vintor”. Vintor is the current term for them black figures. My grandmother had said that Victor had token over her soul and she is a possessed spy. My grandmother would have but her up for adoption but she thought it was best if she could supervise her and stop her from being another threat to the poor helpless souls.

I was the only one who knew the whole story about why Aunt Linda hated her mother because I share the gift of ghost as well. Though I don’t have much experience I am still learning. Then I came the time for my mother to do her speech. I find it very touching;

“I believe that I have always been close to my mother, my daughter as well. Us three have always shared a precious gift; a gift of healing and communication. When I was young my mother and I would help loved ones, help them move on after a tragic accident. My mother taught me many things and she taught me well. My only hope is that I will be able to teach my daughter as well as she has taught me.”

My mother’s little speech made a few cry harder than they all ready were but they were crying because they were happy. It made me feel happy to see a smile in the room.

To be continued

Chapter 1 Part 2

Although Aunt Linda was crying awfully hard anyone who knew her could tell that the only reason that she was crying was because she had to pay any more than a dollar towards her mother’s funeral let alone anything to do with her mother.

Aunt Linda was my mothers’ older sister. She was the child who became forgotten after my mother was born. Even when my mother was older Linda’s relation with her mother wasn’t nearly as strong as theirs. But Linda didn’t really care until when my mother and grandma would take my mother out on little day trips. I started out occasional but then it became routinely. Linda became furious about it. Once when they were out Linda looked in my mothers’ diary. The diary revealed detailed pages about her outing with my grandmother. Apparently they were helping souls of dead ones. Linda was confused about what she had read but she wanted so desperately to be her mothers’ favourite. So she would go up to her mother and say “wow. Weird I just saw dad, But like as a ghost, it’s like I just saw his soul” But my mother and grandmother knew that she was lying because they had helped my grandfather “cross over in to the light of heaven” a long time ago.

When Linda had seen no sign of being a favourite she began to try to make her mother feel guilty by almost committing suicide several times. She would always blame not having her mothers’ love or the fact that her dad had died. So once a week Linda and my grandmother would have the whole Wednesday together, Linda would even stay home from school sometimes. Then my mother decided that Linda was okay and they no longer had their Wednesdays together my mother would feel guilty and try to get her mother to spend time with her and even my mother would go and talk to Linda but Linda would brush her off. Then Linda became distant to the world. You could see her slowly dying inside. I hurt my mother that grandma would do such a thing. Then my mother and grandmother got into a big fight about it. It lasted for months and months then finally my grandmother explained why she would never spend any unnecessary time with her was because she was not her daughter. She was the child of her ex-husband.

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Chapter 1 Part 1

Black was the only colour I could see, veils, dresses, and suits. My grandmother had died and I am at her funeral. There were many people there. The funeral home was in a small town where my grandmother used to live. It was a dull and ugly place no bright colours or flower to give the sad ones a sense of hope or a sense to move on and be happy, no, just a dull, drab and ugly place to feel sorry for yourself. I was also crying but the way I cried didn’t even compare to the rest of the crowed. The crowd was filled with sad crying friends and relatives. My mother and Aunt Linda were crying the most, both of them with red faces, red sore noses and breathing as if they had just come back from a 100k marathon. Although Aunt Linda was crying awfully hard anyone who knew her could tell that the only reason that she was crying was because she had to pay any more than a dollar towards her mother’s funeral let alone anything to do with her mother.
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