Every Morning… – Viral Stories

That night, I lay awake picturing the photographs inside that bag.

I thought about Barbara keeping Emily’s room untouched for 11 years, then suddenly sending pieces of it away.

“She is erasing her,” I said.

“She is giving away everything.”

“And you invaded her privacy to do it.”

Her voice was sharper than usual.

“What kind of mother throws away her dead daughter’s belongings?”

“A grieving one. We do not know what is going on with her, so let’s not judge.”

The next morning, Barbara waved from her driveway.

I pretended not to see her.

“You are judging her because you are ashamed of what she is doing,” she said that evening.

“No. You are turning her into a bad person without even knowing what is going on.”