I made it through another Halloween, though I’m not sure that’s such a good thing. Honestly, I think the time after Halloween is even worse.

Time when I miss how things used to be.

The stupid kid who knew nothing of who and what I am. Sometimes, I can still see him looking back at me. Hear the voice of my mom.

God, how I miss her.

Now I know why Ash was always so quiet. It’s hard to know what’s coming and not be able to stop it. To hear the clamoring of time passing . . .

But that’s okay. There’s a new day coming.

And I know a secret about it.