The Visit

I'd made it through the year that had followed my mother's tragic suicide. The waves enveloped me, and I let them, my face kissed by the sun and soul feeling free. I heard whispers and glanced across the water; my mother was waving at me. Her essence left me breathless as I was swallowed by water. I screamed, and she reached for my hand, saving me.

I was astounded as she lifted me out.

My reflection on the surface was faceless.