My Mother Ghost

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A story of a girl whose life changes after meeting her mother as a ghost.

Submitted: June 04, 2012

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Submitted: June 04, 2012




My Mother Ghost


I live alone. Really alone. When I was 10 years old, my parents died in a car crash. I was at school when it happened. I couldn’t believe the news at first. All three of us had breakfast that morning, and it was only after about three hours that it happened. After I got the news, my teacher drove me to the hospital where my parents were. When I arrived, I couldn’t see them. They were both in an emergency room and the nurse told me to wait. By that time, I was crying my head off. I wanted to see them right away, say how much I loved them. While crying, I prayed for my parents to be okay. I believed that they weren’t seriously hurt and that they would come out alive and fine. Waiting seemed like hours.

Then, the doctor came out of the emergency room and told us that they had passed away. They told my teacher that I could go now and see them to say my last goodbyes. I wasn’t ready for this, but my teacher carried me up like a baby and went through the doors. As she put me down near my parents I stared at them a long time crying. I was shouting “Mommy! Daddy! Don’t go!” Before I left, I grabbed their hands for the last time, and prayed for my parents to go to heaven. That was the last I saw of them.

I was moved to my aunt’s house after. And I’ve lived here for five years. And now I am, 13 years old, three years having been passed since the accident.

 “Jenny, why are you home right now? Shouldn’t you be in school?”

 “I just ditched class.”

 “Again? Jenny, I just can’t understand you. Is this still because of your parent’s accident? After the accident, you changed completely. I thought you would get over it and come back to yourself, but you didn’t. I’ve always tried my best to take good care of you. You know that. How come you haven’t changed a bit? You’re not a baby anymore, Jenny. You’re 13. You should be responsible.”

“Okay, Okay. Whatever. I’ll try not to skip class again.”

“You promised me, Jenny. Don’t ever skip class anymore.”

“Okay, I get it. I’ll go to school and act like a model student you want me to be.”

“Jenny, don’t talk to me like that. You know how much I care about you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Let’s not start this fight again Cassie. I’m sick of it.”


(The sound of door slamming)

Cassie always talks about how I changed after the accident. She loves me very much so she’s always worried about me. She’s my mother’s sister. She is an old woman who is not talkative or acts friendly, and because of that sometimes she seems indifferent to people, but she’s really a very warm-hearted person. Cassie’s husband passed away a few years ago, so it’s only me and her living in her house. I’ve lived here since the accident so it’s been three years since I lived here.

I don’t know why I changed so much. But for sure, when I was young, I was a very obedient child who listened to whatever my parents said. I was pretty active and outgoing and mixed well with my friends. But after the accident, I lost the reason to live. I felt like a person who had a body, but not a mind. I didn’t want to do anything. I became lethargic. I especially hated going to school. I could hear my friends whispering about me. Many of them sympathized me saying words such as “Are you okay Jenny?” “Sorry to hear the bad news.” “Cheer up.” Those words didn’t give me any strength. Those consolations all seemed like a fake. After the accident, I avoided meeting people and became a loner. But as time went on, I started making my own friends. I felt free when I was with them, but neither my teacher nor my aunt liked me hanging around with them. People called my friends “punks”. But I don’t think like that. They are kids who are frank about their feelings.

One day at school, I met my friend Rebecca, which is one of “the punks”, in the hallway.

“Hey, Jenny! What are you up to today? Do you have any plans?” she asked.

 “Hmm… Actually no, why are you asking?”

 “We’re going to meet up at my house at about 10. Do you want to come?”

 “Um… Yeah… sure! Why not! What kind of party is it?” I asked.

 “You’ll get to see for yourself.” Rebecca answered with a wink.

 “Come to my place at 10. See you then!” she shouted while running across the hallway.

“Okay! I’ll see you then.” I shouted back, waving to her. At that moment, I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t get off the ominous feeling that something bad was going to happen.

“Hey Jenny! I’m glad you’re here!” Rebecca said running towards me. Rebecca is a beautiful girl with a great personality. She’s the star among our friends. Rebecca was the one who had been nice to me since I was having a hard time after the accident. She took me around to parties, and places where I could just forget everything and enjoy myself. She was a big help to me. The others waved to me from their own places. “Here, come over here, have some chips. And there’s beer in the fridge, so help yourself. Let’s get it on!” said Rebecca. “Thanks. Let’s do it.” I answered. After talking with a few friends, I got a beer out of the refrigerator. I drank one, and then one became two, and then two became three… I couldn’t stop drinking. I couldn’t control myself. I don’t know why I got so drunk. I just felt like drinking on and on.

After what seemed like hours of drinking, I went into a room where all my friends were. They were sitting at a black table in a dark room. They were smoking something, which I thought was cigarettes at first. But as I got closer, I could see that it was marijuana. I couldn’t believe it. I knew they liked smoking, riding motorcycles and things like that but I couldn’t believe that they were doing drugs. What were they thinking? But soon, a thought occurred to me. ‘They aren’t bad or anything. They’re nice kids actually. They’re the ones who are frank with me. They don’t act false or give me plastic smiles. They’re truthful.’ Well, at least that’s what I thought. I walked across the room to sit next to them and watched them smoking marijuana for a while.

Then, Rebecca looked at me and gave me a smile.

“Jenny, you should try this. It’s really good you know.”

 “No… I think… I’m…. okay….” I answered. I still had the thought that I shouldn’t be doing drugs deep in my mind. But I wasn’t talking in a clear voice. I was drunk. “Hey, just give it a try. Once you try it, you’ll feel awesome, and experience a new world.” Rebecca said, leaning toward me. At that moment, I don’t know what got into me. It might have been for the tipsiness, but actually, it wasn’t. It was my impulse to be rebellious. I took a joint from her and inhaled in the smoke. While inhaling it, I felt dim, but I didn’t stop smoking. After smoking one, I took a second one. I was feeling dim and happy at the same time. It was a pretty nice experience. After I finished smoking another joint, I got out of the room to take a rest. I couldn’t come to my senses. I went into an empty room which seemed like Rebecca’s sister’s room. The pink walls and photos hung were all dyed in bright blue because of the color of the lights coming from the outside. It seemed like dawn. I sat down on her bed and was taking a rest, thinking about what I just had done. I didn’t have much sense to distinguish whether what I did was right or wrong. I just wanted to go back to my aunt’s home. Thinking about my aunt recalled my parents. I was thinking about the good memories I had with them, when I felt a chill on my back.

I turned around, but nothing was there. It was weird, because I thought I felt something behind me. ‘Maybe it’s just an illusion.’ I thought. I closed my eyes to gain control of myself. I dosed off for about three minutes or so when I sensed a presence again. This time I didn’t feel it behind me, but in front of me. When I opened my eyes, I was totally shocked. It was my mother, as a ghost figure. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was so surprised that I couldn’t even say a word. She was coming towards me. I was so frightened that I avoided her at first.

“No need to be scared, Jenny. It’s me.” she said. After hearing my mother’s voice, I could feel something hot in my heart.

Tears came down my face. “How... How… could you… I mean… Mom… How come, no… I mean how did you… get here?” I mumbled, tears rolling down my face.

“Jenny, I’ve always been with you, looking over you. I had a hard time following you because you’ve changed so much. You aren’t the Jenny that I used to know. My heart broke to see a different Jenny.” she said in her usual sweet voice.

“I had a hard time after the accident… You know that.” I replied, my eyes full of tears.

“Jenny, three years have passed since the accident, but you haven’t changed. It’s time to get over it, and move on. I know it may be hard for you, because you experienced the accident at such a young age. But you’re not a baby anymore. You shouldn’t be worrying Cassie. You know that.” she said.

“I know. But are you here to scold me like Cassie? I don’t understand. You don’t know what I went through. I’m not the old Jenny anymore!” I shouted.

“Jenny… Of course I understand you. It’s just that I want you to live a happy life. I want to show you how wonderful the world is and let you know that there are lots of people who are really unfortunate but live happy lives. I want you to meet somebody. Your thoughts toward life might change after meeting him.” she said.

“Who is that?” I asked. “You’ll see…” she said, and disappeared.

“Mom! Where are you going?” I asked. There was no answer. I called her several more times but she didn’t answer. I lied down on the bed thinking about what just happened. I still couldn’t believe it. It seemed like she was alive. I couldn’t go to sleep for a few hours in thoughts, but eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I felt a warm nudge on my arm.

“Wake up, Jenny.” The voice said softly.

“Urgh… Who is this…” Then I remembered everything that had occurred. I realized that it was my mother’s voice. I woke up immediately.

“Mom, you’re back!”

“Yes, I am Jenny. I told you that there is a person I wanted to introduce to you to. Did you have a good night sleep?”

“I think so…”

“Well, we don’t have all day, so let’s get going.”

“Where in the world are we going? Can’t you just tell me?”

“Wait till you see.” she said with a wink.

I followed my mother out of Rebecca’s house and felt the nice weather outside. It was sunny, with a slight breeze touching my face. I felt so happy, and refreshed. It made me feel that something good was going to happen. Me and my mom kept walking for what seemed like 20 minutes, when she stopped.

“This is the place.” she said. In front of me was a building with a nice garden in front, and a playground in back, with children running around. I got the impression that it was an orphanage. It realized that it was actually the orphanage my parents did volunteer work every week. A nun came out of the door and walked toward me. She greeted me with a smile. “Hello, did you come here to meet someone?” she asked. I looked at my mother that instant. “Tell her that you came to meet Johnathon.” she said. So I told the nun that I came to see Johnathon. She nodded with a smile, and led me to the door. It seemed like she already knew that I was coming.

As I went in, she took me to a room where there was one boy who looked about 12 years old. I assumed that he was Johnathon. As I got closer, I realized that Johnathon was different from the other children. He didn’t have any arms or legs. I was surprised at first, and couldn’t say anything. On the contrary, as soon as he saw me, he gave me a bright smile.

“Hello.” he said. Then could I get closer to him.

“Hi, my name is Jenny. Nice to meet you.”

He replied by saying “I’m Johnathon. Nice to meet you too. Do you know me?” After he asked me that, I was speechless. I glanced to my mom, who was next to me. She told me to tell him that I was Mrs. Jones daughter. I told him exactly what my mother said. After telling him that, I could see mixed feelings in his face. There were feelings from surprise to sadness.

“Oh, I’ve heard a lot about you from Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones. I really miss them. Your parents were very nice to me. They seemed like my mother and father sometimes. As a matter of fact, I was abandoned by my real parents when I was born. My mother died after having me, and my father didn’t have the courage to take care of me. So he left me on the step of the orphanage. So I can say I was alone since I was born. Can you imagine that?”

“No… I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t need to. I’m actually happier than anyone in the world. I got the opportunity to meet Ms. Kelly, Mr. Jones and Mrs. Jones and the other kids. There are people who love and care for me. And even though I don’t have arms or legs, I try to do everything I want. I’ve never thought that I was unfortunate. Jenny, you’re life is not unfortunate either. Think about your aunt, your friends and your teachers. They are always there for you. All you need to do is ask help from them. You even have your two arms and two legs. You can be thankful for that that. Use those arms and legs to do many things. Don’t lock yourself inside. What you need to do is to change your thinking, and move on. I’m sure your parents would want that too.”

“Thank you Johnathon. I can’t believe you’re only 12 years old. You seem like an older brother to me. Thank you so much for the warm words.”

Walking out of the orphanage, a lot of thoughts came to me.

“Mom, thanks for bringing me here. I am so glad that I met Johnathon.” I said to my mom.

“I’m also glad that you liked him too. During your life, you will have a lot of problems, meet many obstacles and undergo ordeals. Whenever you have a hard time, always remember that there are people who are there to support you. Jenny, I understand how much you miss us, and how you can’t trust people anymore. But you have so much of your life left. You shouldn’t spend your time on useless things. Try things that you haven’t ever done, like joining a club at school, or learning an instrument that you have interest in. Challenge yourself in various ways. Live a happy life, and remember that I’m always looking over you. I love you Jenny, and I will forever.”

Ten years have passed, and now I’m working as a social worker. The day I met my mom was a turning point in my life. I realized that I should no longer live that way. I knew I had to change and think differently. So I asked a lot of people for help, and there were lots of people who gladly reached out to me. My wounds in my heart were slowly healed, and I felt my heart opening again. They were the ones who helped me change and come back to myself. I felt so thankful to them that I was determined I would like to give back the help I got to other people like me, in the future. So that’s why I work as a social worker now. If it weren’t for that day I met my ghost mother, I wouldn’t be in this job. Whenever I feel tired or sick of life, I think of that day I met my mother ghost, and Johnathon. I recall what they said to me and get the strength to move on.





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