Daisy's POV
I saw mom and then dad. They were smiling at me. Their mouths were moving but I couldn't hear them.
"Mom?" I called, realizing how much I missed seeing her beautiful face. She doesn't look at all like aunt Vanessa. Aunt Vanessa looked more like a black American.
"Dad?" I called, relishing the moment we both spent together. The reality of dad's death was dawning on me more than ever and it was having a toll on me.
"Dad?" I called again, stretching my hand as I howled in pain.
I was in severe pain. I was feeling pain all over the world. Then I began to cry. I facepalmed myself as I cried. When I removed my hand to clean up my tears, they were gone.
"Mom? Dad?" I called again, looking all around, the surroundings were cold, with fogs all over. I shuddered in fe
