The Letter

The Prologue

" DAISY??!! COME DOWN HERE AT ONCE " , screamed dad. He must be annoyed by the mirror thing I did yesterday night. It's funny how people belive in these stupid superstitions. " Yes dad coming", I ran downstairs where my dad was standing red faced completely annoyed by my activities. " Why did you do this? You know na what can be the consequences "  yelled dad, first seperating and then breaking the mirrors.
In Mexican culture, they believe that if you put two mirror in front of each other you open a threshold for devil. BUT I DON'T!! Yes I am Indo mexican, my dad is mexican and my mom was Indian . I live in Nashville , Indianna.  "You know na what happened with your....... Ma?  Still you dare to do these things? Dodo........you know na how much I love you and I loved your mother? Listen to me sweety, it's for you own good."  And here goes on dad with regular lecture blah blah blah... It's been 3 years since Ma passed away. Though I believe it was an mere accident as the driver lost his control over his car but my dad belives this whole accident thing has something to do with satan and evil spirits, how amazing that sounds hahah. I never believed in stuffs like that. According to me there is no evil presence or any sort of presence at all present out there. Every thing has a logical explanation if now not found, then someday will be , no other stuffs. There's a reason behind every thing that happens and a logical one. Taking my breakfast with me as dad was watching television, I hiked up the stairs to my room. I live in a two storey house with one  attic and a basement, that's how houses are here right. My room is in second floor next to the stairs. I climb up with a plate full of chapattis or what you call tortia here, and egg bhurji which is also called scrambled eggs with onion and green chillies. I enter my room to find the most weird thing present there.