I was so excited. Priscilla, Pyro, and I went to the asylum and we were welcomed by Ferrie with a wide smile.
“It’s gone,” she told us. “The curse on your mother is gone. She’s all well now.” She smiled and looked behind her.
I followed her gaze and was shocked to see my mother standing by the door wearing a shirt and a pair of jeans, holding a duffel bag which I think has her things in the asylum. Her eyes widened when she saw me and her lips flared into a wide smile.
I smiled widely, tears flooding my eyes, clouding my vision but I managed to run to her and hug her like a little kid. I heard her chuckling before wrapping me in a tight embrace, making me cry harder.
For twenty-seven years, I haven’t spent a full day with my mother. I have always convinced myself that I am okay. I h
