The Trolls Mask

On a balmy summer evening, the air was filled with anticipation as Ezekel prepared to celebrate his 24th birthday. He dressed in his favorite shirt and a hopeful smile, eager to create memories with his friends that would last a lifetime. As he left the house, his mother, Emily, waved him off with a warm hug and a proud smile.

Hours passed, and the night was filled with laughter, music, and joy. Ezekel reveled in the company of his closest friends, dancing under the stars and feeling the freedom that comes with youth. But even in the midst of the celebration, a sense of unease began to gnaw at him, as if an invisible thread tied him to the place he called home.

As the clock struck midnight, Ezekel's friends cheered for him, raising their glasses in a toast to the beginning of another year. He felt a surge of happiness, yet an inexplicable urge to return home tugged at his heartstrings. Pushing aside his confusion, he thanked his friends and headed back.

The moment he walked through the front door, the atmosphere shifted from joy to tension. A pained moan echoed through the house, and Ezekel's heart clenched with worry. He followed the sound, finding his mother writhing in agony on the living room couch. Her face was pale, and sweat dotted her forehead.

"Mom!" Ezekel exclaimed, rushing to her side. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Emily managed a weak smile, though it was clear the pain was overwhelming. "It's nothing serious, just something I ate," she reassured him, her voice strained. "I think I need some painkillers to calm it down."

Concern etched across his features, Ezekel nodded. "I'll get them right away."

With urgency, he dashed to the nearby pharmacy, heart pounding as he selected the painkillers. Minutes felt like hours as he stood in line, his mind racing with worry for his mother. He paid and practically sprinted back home, desperate to ease her suffering.

But as he entered their home again, an eerie silence hung heavy in the air. The pain in his chest intensified when he saw his mother's lifeless body lying on the bed. His world shattered in an instant, the painkillers slipping from his trembling fingers.

"No," he whispered, disbelief and grief washing over him in a crushing wave. He approached her, tears streaming down his face as he gently touched her cold hand. Memories flooded his mind—her laughter, her guidance, the unwavering love she had showered upon him.

In that heart-wrenching moment, as the truth sank in, Ezekel realized that the pain his mother had endured wasn't caused by something she ate. It was the poison that had stolen her life. A scream of anguish tore from his throat, echoing through the empty house.

Like a lightning bolt that one memory flew into his head.

The memory/Flashback:that warm sunny day, a mother and her son build sandcastles along the shore. They giggle as waves tickle their toes, and the son excitedly collects seashells to show his mother. They share laughter, stories, and a picnic while watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the water. It's a day filled with cherished moments and a deep bond between mother and son.

Ezekel realized that the pain his mother had endured wasn't caused by something she ate. It was the poison that had stolen her life. A scream of anguish tore from his throat, echoing through the empty house.

A once cheerful and vigerous woman a person so close to me my mother my everything was now a life less body being carried to the hospital to be examined.

In the quiet aftermath of his mother's passing, Ezekel found himself navigating a long, heavy night of grief and reflection. The house, once filled with warmth and love, now seemed cold and empty, a stark reminder of the absence that had taken hold.

As darkness enveloped the world outside, Ezekel sat by the window, staring blankly at the moonlit sky. Memories of his mother flooded his mind—her laughter, her advice, the way she used to tuck him in at night. The weight of his loss settled upon him like a suffocating blanket, and the tears he had been holding back began to flow freely.

The silence of the house was deafening, broken only by the occasional sound of a distant car passing by. Ezekel felt a sense of isolation, as if he were the only person in a world that had moved on without him. He longed for his mother's presence, for her comforting words that had always been able to soothe his troubles.

Unable to stay in the same room that held so many memories, Ezekel slowly walked through the house. He passed by photographs of happier times, his fingers tracing the edges as if trying to hold onto those moments just a little longer. He entered his mother's room, where her scent still lingered in the air. Her absence was palpable, and the emptiness of the space was a painful reminder of what he had lost.

The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, the minutes ticking by as Ezekel grappled with a mix of emotions—sadness, anger, confusion. He found solace in reading old letters and cards from his mother, her words offering a small measure of comfort in the midst of his despair. Each sentence felt like a lifeline connecting him to her love.

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Ezekel's exhaustion began to catch up with him. The weight of the night had taken its toll, both emotionally and physically. He curled up on the couch, a worn blanket wrapped around him, and closed his eyes.

In his dreams, he found himself standing on the beach they had once visited together—the same beach where they had built sandcastles and collected seashells. His mother was there, her presence warm and comforting. They walked hand in hand along the shore, the waves gently washing over their feet. She looked at him with a soft smile, and Ezekel felt a glimmer of peace that had eluded him since her passing.

When he awoke, the sun had fully risen, filling the room with soft light. The weight of his grief remained, but there was also a sense of acceptance beginning to settle within him. Ezekel knew that the road ahead would be difficult, filled with moments of sorrow and longing, but he also held onto the love and memories that he and his mother had shared.

As the world outside continued to move, Ezekel realized that he wasn't alone in his grief. Friends and family reached out, offering their support and condolences. While the pain would never fully disappear, he found strength in the connections he had with others and in the legacy of love his mother had left behind. And so, with each passing day, Ezekel began to navigate the journey of healing and rebuilding, honoring his mother's memory in every step he took.