It all seemed like a crazy fever dream. There was a girl, claiming to be her sister in her house who also said that her mother was alive and for some reason, she believed her?
"So you're telling me she isn't dead and the woman I have mourned for years isn't my mother? The grave I go to every three years isn't hers?"
"Yes. Isn't that wonderful? I'm alive and she's alive. Yay," she said, throwing her hands up in the air and putting them down awkwardly as she noticed no one shared the same sentiment.
"Why are you here? Why didn't she come for me? Why?" Alice asked all at once, her mind a whirlwind of confusion.
