1 Chrysanthemum

What happened?

A question not even I can answer. My own death is a secret to me. As I watch my parents come in the building where my remains are, I fall into their steps behind them.

My baby.. my mother says. I miss you. Your father and i are here. We brought your favorite foods.

They set the foods in front of the glass box. They stood up when done. My mother eyed my photo.

My baby!!!!

She fell down on her knees crying

Mom!!

I tried to hug her, but my arms went right through her...

That was when I realized my place as a ghost. I couldn't touch. People say that when you lose a sense, others will become heighten. But mine didn't.

I followed my mother everywhere the first few days. Then my father. Then my friends and soon my boyfriend.

He hadn't cried since my death. His body became shallow to emotions.

One day I saw an older woman in the park while following my niece.

You know her mind will become blurry with you as her tail.

What? I asked, intrigued by women's words.

Can you see me?

Yes I can and may. I am a spirit.