Future

She was pressing her baby so tight to her brest that she was taking away her own breath. She couldn't speak clearly, but some murmurs were coming out of her mouth. Something about a ghost that lived thousand of years ago. Maybe a scarry story for such a young creature although it'd never understand what that meant. Clearly the story was over and the baby was quite. No weepings could be heard. The mom placed the baby in the cot. I may've listened to the baby's sleep. And if you paid attention, you could hear the mom's death.