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"Where do we go when we die?"

Serene looked up to face her 5-year-old daughter, hands still poised to dig the damp soil. She had been planting Carnations for two hours now.

The little girl stared at her, waiting for her answer.

"Honey, I don't know," she responded nonchalantly, sending her daughter away.

Her child had been like this ever since her husband died two months ago. Car accident. The tragedy had been a huge turning point in their lives, and Serene knew her daughter is still coping with the loss.

Her tears had already dried, leaving her with memories of her late husband, a beautiful daughter, and a gaping hole in her heart. Life went on for her. But the hole is still there, begging to be acknowleged, waiting for her to breakdown.

"Where do we go when we die?"

The question hung in the back of her mind. "I would have sent him a letter to that address if I knew where he'd gone to," she smiled to herself at her silly thoughts, her hands all muddy but she kept on digging.

The sound of the doorbell surprised her. It's Sunday and she's not expecting anyone. She got up and washed her hands before heading to the frontdoor.

The guest was a tall, bearded gentleman. A face she had least expected. It was her husband's brother.

She ushered him inside like she's supposed to, offering him coffee or anything. She felt weird having him around ever since the accident happened. She knew they thought she was going crazy.

The man sat down in the couch, his face filled with concern.

"How are you?" he whispered loud enough for her to hear. She could almost feel the pain in his eyes.

"I'm doing good! You should have told me sooner that you're coming. I would have cooked your favorite dish." she replied in pretense, trying to conceal her thoughts, hoping she's not overdoing it.

"Good. Good. I won't stay long, anyway," the man said, looking around the living room, rubbing his hands. "I just happened to pass by and thought I'd check on you. It's good to know you're okay. But you might want to come over sometime, Mom and Dad will be thrilled. You're all alone he--"

"Alone?" Serene chuckled, cutting him off. "Here we go again. You better not talk like that when Amy's around. My daughter is still in grief over her father's death. She's too vulnerable right now. You can't just come here and ignore her!" she's growing furious. She hated this kind of conversation. She couldn't believe this is happening again.

"Serene," the man sighed, "I understand your grief. But it was our loss, too. Adam and Amy are important to us as much as they are to you! But you can't live like this! They're gone, Serene! They're dead!"

All of a sudden, a blinding light flashed before her eyes and once more, she's in the frontseat of their car. It all happened too fast. One moment they were merrily singing, and the next thing she knew she was struggling to unclasp her seatbelt.

There was blood and smoke everywhere. Her husband died on the spot. Her head was still spinning as she reached for her daughter's hand, calling out her name. When the little girl finally opened her eyes,  Serene cried in relief.

"Mommy, where do we go when we die?"

The young girl asked her, those tired, little eyes crushing every inch of her heart.

"Shhhh. We're going home, honey. Hang on. Mommy's right here..." she replied through her tears.

She felt her daughter's hand slowly slip away from hers, shutting her little eyes from the rest of the world. Serena screamed in horror upon realizing that her daughter is gone.

Her voice filled the living room as Ethan, her husband's brother and her psychiatrist, tried to console her. He was the closwst thing to sanity she had ever known. The best support she could ever hope for. But she still can't grasp the truth of it all.

"Where do we go when we die?" the question played in her head repeatedly, fueling her grief. The memory of her daughter's voice sent a heavy lump in her chest, and then she realized the answer.

"In my heart, baby. You're in my heart," she finally whispered in the air as she fell into a restless sleep.

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