SSS PROMPT CHALLENGE WEEK 3
My Brief Encounter With My Grandma’s Spirit
Or how the 12-year-old me contemplated the existence of ghosts
After my grandmother’s death, we renovated the room where she spent her last days, sick and in bed.
The whole room was repainted, the bed changed, and even the arrangement of the furniture was different, breathing new life into the echoes of my grandma’s presence.
In a clandestine effort, my parents were preparing a surprise for me. That room was to become my own, and only I would sleep there—finally, a cherished space to call my own.
I remember exactly how my bed was rearranged, and I could see the faint light from under the door creeping in in case someone was still awake at night.
There was also a big window on the top of the door, so anyone could see if I was keeping a light on or not.
The memory of my grandma was still fresh. Many times, I found myself in heartfelt conversations with both her and God, pouring out my thoughts and emotions as if to a presence that could comfort the young me.
I was very much immersed in a child-fantasy relationship with the idea of believing in miracles, in…
