Note : yeah I'm bad at posting and I stopped using wattpad I read over my story and there's a lot of errors, spelling, grammar all that so I'll try to have less
errors and post more but I have no idea how this story should go on time to ask a friend
It's been days I wonder why I'm a ghost maybe there's a mystery to be solved or maybe my soul is just not ready to leave. at night I have nothing to do I don't sleep I can't talk the worst part is I don't eat I can no longer taste the sweet but sour crispness of an apple of the greasy soft dough and toppings of a pizza or the rich and creaminess of chocolate I could go on and on, my mom no longer takes are usual walks to that park, but sometimes as she cries and cries the tears consume her puffy red eyes, she goes there.Sometimes I go in the car with her there,it hurts me to see her like this.I decided this was enough I wanted to be with her and I would find a way.
