Day 2 Part 3 I layed in that bed in shock. My mother was here. And for some reason, memories flashed. I remember the times when we were happy with my sister, Caroline. Memories of that park flashed. I remember the sun beating onto my neck, sweat running down and soaking my collar. My sister Caroline was one hell of a tomboy back in those days. She certainly had the bigger pair of balls out of the two of us, and she was 1 year younger than I was. I remember each and every dare we told one another, ranging from completing a ding-dong-ditch to egging the neighborhood watch group. So much fun in those days. Until the day she died. For years, I blamed myself. To this day, I took guilt in her passing, and I never missed a day to visit her resting place. After a long moment of silence, my mother spoke in her usual soft tone. " You know," she started, " I never thought I'd see you again." "I know mother," I said briefly. "How have you been?" "Fine mother." "Have you been taking your medicine?" "Yes mother." She shook her head and laughed lightly. "So brief, just like I remember," my mom told me. Another moment of silence struck. But this time, I broke the silence. "Mother..why are you here?" I said to her, "Come to blame me some more for what happened to Caroline?" She glared at me, her voice becoming slightly bitter. "You know you did nothing wrong. It wasn't your fault for what happened," she convinced me. My voice raised, "It is and yoh know it! You know it's true!" My mother looked at me and stood. Then turned to the door as tears dripped down my cheeks. "Im not here to fight with you baby, I wanted to make sure you were alright. But you never change; your still crying over the same spilled milk." She opened the door. "The world has moved on. Why can't you?" She left, leaving me in my sorrow and guilt like she did 4 years prior. And I hated it, and her.