It’s been 3 days now. I perfectly remember that day when you told me you were going to a friend’s to study. I was happy that you were getting back normal. Your wound had started to heal. Or that’s what I thought. It was 2 a.m. when that telephone rang. I sprang to my feet with surprise and got the worst shock of my life. It was the Police – they said they found your car near the lake. My hearted started to race as I clenched the cross. Tear drops fell faster than those of sweat. Dear Mom I love you. But I’m sorry I have to go. I can’t take it anymore. They brought you home. That peace on your face – I wish it hadn’t come. You appeared to be smiling even though I couldn’t see you properly with my tear – filled eyes. I read that note again. And again.