Things were quiet around my house since my mother had passed a week ago. My family wasn’t planning to get presents because they were still grieving over the loss of my mother. I have been playing in the snow for the whole afternoon. Even though my entire body was wrapped in winter garments, the frosty breeze still had broken through. My father poked his head out of our doorway. “Daniel, it is time for supper,”he called from his position.
After dinner, I got myself ready for bed. I washed up, brushed my teeth, and slipped into my slumber clothes. As I climbed into bed, I pulled my blanket up to my neck so it could hug me throughout the cold night.
I was falling deeper and deeper into a sleep with the help of the cool breeze from my open window. A tapping noise came from my window. I first ignored it assuming that it was a branch from one of the trees near my window, but when the tapping continued, I went to my window to inspect the situation. Outside on my lawn, I thought that I saw a figure of a women near the snowman I had made earlier. I suspected that she was a figment of my imagination from lack of sleep. When I turned away from the window, I felt a sudden chill in my bedroom. I spun back around to the window, and there I saw the woman from my lawn. She looked so beauteous and elegant that she could have been Miss. America in a beauty pageant. She had a long, ivory-colored dress that shimmered in the light of the moon. The hue of her silky hair reminded me of the color of chocolate milk. The woman seemed genetically perfect.
Daniel, the woman’s voice spoke in my head as if she was talking. Her voice was as sweet as an angel’s. I wondered how she knew my name, but her next words answered my question. I am your mother.
That couldn't be possible. My mother is dead, but where the woman stood outside was exactly where my mother was buried. I thought that it might not be impossible for this woman to be my mother. She handed me a Christmas card that on the outside read:Have a Happy Christmas. On the inside it read: My dear Daniel, I will always be with you. Mom. When I looked up from the card, my mother could no longer be seen, but I could still feel her presence.
