“Close your eyes Rain.” My mother says looking at me, both of us standing at the edge of the cliff.
“But momma? Won’t this hurt?” Six-year-old me asks.
“No…..it will be fast…..and then we’ll be flying with the angels.”
She says in a whisper looking up at the cloudy skies with tears streaming down her cheeks and a peaceful smile.
The wind blows our hairs and white dresses, the cliff stands tall overlooking the whole forest.
“Come.” She whispers as she takes a step forward to the emptiness.
As I hesitate, she pulls me with her.