Mom P.O.V.
The loss of my husband is very difficult. I try to stay strong for Bri, but I seem to be crying more than her. She's a strong girl. I don't know why, but she seems pre-occupied with her thoughts, As soon as I saw her fall to the ground I picked her up, and soon Cassidy came over. Cassidy is a nice boy; he is always there for Bri. After the burial everyone came to my house to reminisce and catch up, Everyone left around 6:090, I felt the need to be left alone.
Upstairs in my bedroom I saw a note on my mirror...it wasn't any other note Bri would have left me. it was written with a finger like many children do after they take shower. I was about to wipe it off thinking on of my nephews had drawn it during the small cocktail party earlier, crash, the picture of David, Bri, and I had fallen over. Not fallen, more like pushed. Scared, I read the message.Help Her....She needs help. was written in a messy cursive. Confused I stared into the mirror for a minute. Swish, a brisk wind came in. I looked, Needs closer, was now written on the mirror. I saw a faint figure standing behind me, it was David. He mouthed the words "Help her" and left. What did I just see?
