Recently I feel like I have been visited by a ghost. She is from my past and she was happy, at least for awhile. When she passed she was very angry. So her haunting are kind of misguided and violent. She doesn't remember who she was in my life either. But the only thing she doesn't remember is how much she loved Mya. Even in the more terrifying and unsettling of her appearances, the mention of dear sweet little Mya can halt her in her tracks.
All that ever was of this ghost has been lost in time due to her nature of insanity, but one thing always remained true about her. Her love for a child named Mya. Mya was and maybe still is the one thin