Memories of Her (part 2)

I decided to shield off all sorts of negative thoughts, and I recalled what she said during that last conversation I had with her. Mom actually wants me to see the recording, even though the said recording was nine years old.

So… here goes nothing.

CLICK!!

With the mouse, I opened the video file. The video player takes a while to load the video since the DVD was quite old, but it eventually opens up a black window. The black window stayed for a bit, mirroring the horrifying scene that is my face.

Damn… is the DVD broken?

I thought to myself, since the video player took a while until it loads. But after a while, it finally shown the first still frame.

It's… her.

From nine years ago. It's a younger version of Mom.