Daisy's POV

I saw mom and then dad. They were smiling at me. Their mouths were moving but I couldn't hear them.

"Mom?" I called, realizing how much I missed seeing her beautiful face. She doesn't look at all like aunt Vanessa. Aunt Vanessa looked more like a black American.

"Dad?" I called, relishing the moment we both spent together. The reality of dad's death was dawning on me more than ever and it was having a toll on me.

"Dad?" I called again, stretching my hand as I howled in pain.

I was in severe pain. I was feeling pain all over the world. Then I began to cry....