Mo Roulan didn't know how she stopped a taxi and got inside.
She just sat dumbly on the back seat and tried to stop her fingers from trembling.
When the taxi driver asked her the address of her home, it took her a few seconds for her to mumble it in a low voice. Her head was lowered as she looked down at her lap on her blankly. Her body kept shivering as she relived that night again and again.
The night she died. The night her child died.
It was strange how each and every moment was etched in her memory.
Why is it so difficult to forget the most painful moments of our life? If one could forget them, would it not make Life easy?
The taxi driver also found something strange about the person sitting in the back seat as he looked through the rearview mirror but he didn't say anything to her.
