I was like a 12 years old girl, and with my mom. we moved back into this house that had been our 'old house'. mom was remarried after my dad had passed away some time ago.

I wandered through the house - it had been painted an awful pink colour - a bit disconsolately. maybe it was an apartment not a house. there was a dining area that wasn't quite a room. if you were in it with your back to a sliding glass door then you faced the kitchen area that was more defined by suspended cabinets than real walls. it occurred to me my mom was old enough that she might die soon. I should not be unhappy at her choices.

my mom was laying there, in the dining room. I think we were both there, that's where we were to sleep. she was having problems breathing. I realized that soon might be soon and this was very disturbing. she kept blinking and I didn't really know what to do. I left.

it wasn't until after I woke up that I realized the creature lying in the dining room wasn't my mom, but karine's dog bohdan.