Mystery Girl
It was a hot summer day in June of 1997. My husband and I were both working that day and he came to pick me up for lunch. We went and got some burgers and fries and went to our local park to eat. We found an empty table and sat down.
I wasn’t my usual self that day. I was sad and I felt like I was moving on autopilot. My mother had just died of a massive heart attack the previous week. We began to eat our food when we looked up and saw a group of children playing. This one girl in particular, about ten or eleven years old, started walking toward us.
When she got closer, I thought to myself, oh my God, she looks so much like me. She came up to our table and sat down. She started talking to us, her attention on me most of the time. My husband did most of the talking, as I was still upset over my mother’s death. The girl would answer him, and then she would turn her attention right back to me. She saw my nametag that I had to wear at the hospital where I work and she asked if I was a nurse. I told her that I was the director of housekeeping. She smiled at me so sweetly.
My fifteen-year-old brother-in-law was a cute, vivacious teenager full of charisma and fun. He loved to tweak my nose whenever he was around me, no matter where we were. Of all my brothers-in-law, he was my favorite. He had a lot of friends and was well liked by everyone that came in contact with him.
