"I used to live with my dad and nanny and I have a younger brother who went to study and live in hostel when he was 10 years old. Mom died when I was 5 years old, the time when she gave my brother birth. My brother has obviously no memories with mom but I remember very less about her. The way she used to tell me stories of prince and princess. I remember very less about her but her warmth always remained with me. I was giving my 10th boards when my brother left for boarding. He was very naughty as a child and it was difficult for Dad to manage his work, house, me and my brother. He always tried that he doesn't let us feel the emptiness of not having our mom. He didn't even want to give us a step mother so he managed us and for household he kept nanny she is there since my brother was born. Me and my brother Divit we never knew much about our mom or her family, actually dad and his family tried to and also did fulfill the place of mom's family. Somewhere, sometimes I used to miss my mom seeing my friends wishing their moms on mother's day and their birthdays. My school life was very good. I had good relations with my teacher and friends too. My college went on to be a fun filled life. But I always had a fantasy about coming to US. It's not about a foreign country but something about US which always made me towards it. And one day during my work I got an opportunity to come here and work and after it you know what's happening to me it started with me getting located to hanging hills, Michigan. Then it was cabs denying me, then the man on the highway, then the old man below lampost, letter of the boy, then that dream of the old man, then the bell ringing everything shaking and yes then you know, I am here." I said with a tear dropping from my eyes.
"No, something is missing, something that you didn't tell me or you don't know Shyanna. There is connecting person between you and the other world." Mrs. Lawrence said with being sure about it.
She said again, "I think you should ask your dad about this, he might know something. There's something related to your family that I can strongly feel. Ask him about it, Only then we can solve this puzzle."I decided to ask dad about it but not letting him know about the trap I am in. I called him up, called dad to India, to solve this mystery.
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