She looked nothing like Ummi in that hospital bed. Not her long hair. Not her curly lashes. But every single difference, reminded me of her.
I didn't see it coming.
I should have. Because when her grip on my hands felt like Ummi's, ... and the look in her eyes cut through me like Ummi's ... I couldn't breathe.
Praying that it would hide me enough ... I looked away. But something filled my chest I had to get out of there. And run.
But as far as I wished my feet would take me, I could feel the memories flushing right through my veins ... one by one.
All at once.
Go ahead take over me. Go ahead make me cry.
And so I did Mi.
Like there was no one watching.
Like you just died all over again.