Short Story
The Last Page Most of of the days feel like normal, nothing special or nothing great is happening. We are the kind of people who make our lives busy to escape from the world of solitary. "Yes I'm mostly that kind of person. But after that one moment, everything changed upside down. I recently got a call from a place , I thought I'd never hear from. My heart sank the moment I answered the call. It was about her, 'my mother' The one I hadn't spoken to in years. She was slipping away. And now, she's gone. But what can I say? A part of me is still numb—stone cold. The connection was never really there. That’s just how she raised me... distant, guarded. After the rituals , I returned to the house I swore I’d never step into again. The estate attorney told me she’d left everything to me, 'everything', including the decaying Victorian house she had refused to sell or abandon, even when her memory started slipping. She called ...
