57. Grateful to Harrison(part-1).

Mum died of leukemia when I was 5 years old. That was when my life took a huge turn. I didn't know if it was a sad turn or a happy one. I didn't even know what is meant by death at that age.

I just know that mum was gone.....and she's never going to come back. The last time I saw her smile was when on the hospital bed when her long silky hair got shaved. It was a stupid age that I asked her what was the reason for it.

At her funeral, I just sat on the ground away from everyone crying in silence. I just know that I felt a hand as small as mine on my shoulder. I looked up to that person lifting my head and that's when I saw a small boy, so fair and as same as my age. Standing in front beside me.

"It's okkay, don't cry." He said in his small baby tone and handed over me a tissue.

"Thank you," I replied after clearing my hoarse voice from crying.

"Is that your mum?" He asked while pointing his tiny index finger towards mum's grave.