She
could feel the black, the cracks and the pores on her skin through which the
smoke was coming out. She could smell the fire that was engulfing her whole
being, inch by inch, part by part. She could hear the laughter coming from the
other room; the laughs were filling her soul and were coming out as her muffled
screams. She closed her eyes as her whole life ran in front of her, from her
loving childhood, to her marriage, to her monstrous husband and in-laws and a
tear fell through her eye, just one tear drop as she spoke her last words.
“Mom,
why did you send me back?”
