1st week

Time flies past us. Today is mom's first 7 days. It is believed that her spirit will return in some form to visit her family. Mom used to sit in her own room playing cards. Since she passed away, everytime I walk upstairs, I feel as though she is there. I'm such a coward. I don't know why I am afraid. If spirit does return on the 7th day then mom must be hurt cause I am afraid of her.

Since mom died, dad been sleeping in my room. He couldn't bring himself to sleep in his own room again. Every night he would wake up several times to check if mom was alright. I think he still does that even when he's sleeping in my room. I wished there were easier ways to help him ease that pain of losing some he loves.

Early Monday morning at about 04:00 a big buzzing bee flew in to my room. I woke dad to step out of the room. The bee flew around the room twice and flew out again. Somehow, I prayed it was mom coming home to visit us.