AbigailHollow wrote:
Mom had never told me about my grandmother. Never dared. She only told me her story was tragic. I couldn't help myself but wonder what might have happend to my dead relative whom I never got to meet.During a visit at my uncles, I noticed a picture on the wall. An old photograph of a well-dressed lady. She seemed serious, but also... Sad. I asked my uncle, "Who is this lady?" He froze as i asked him. "You're grandma. Maria." He answered. "I've never seen her grave..." I told him, looking back at the photo. It seemed alive. She seemed alive. "Thats cause there is none." My uncle answerd. The answer haunted me, who was my grandmother? Where was my grandmother. Driving home from my uncle that night, I had to ask my mom. What was her story? My mother hesitated, before giving me an answer. A story I'n never though she'd unveil.
My grandmother lived a long and happily life togheter with my grandfather, but when he died, she changed. She became distant, silent. My mother would find her dancing around in her wedding gown, talking to the pictures on the walls, and having conversations with someone in the mirror.
One day, she disappeared, never to return. There was no sign of anything criminal. She was gone, the wedding dress was gone, but her spirit never left. As my mother continued the story, a silhuette of a women appeared on the side of the road. Spinning around in a white, worn out wedding dress. She seemed old. I looked at my mother.
"Now you know, and now you'll see." She told me. And since then me and my grandma have never been closer
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Ya this is real we hang out all the time
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