THE HILL

This is the place where most of our relatives go when they die. It's a place similar to purgatory to the family. Some of the living relatives get a glimpse of it when one of them dies. The living relative must be a sleep at the moment of death. My mother saw it when her father died. She woke in a field near to the hill. She saw her father as a young man and he began to talk to her. Moments later, a young girl with pigtails appeared and dragged him away toward the hill. My mother tried to follow but, her father said “It's not your time.” With every step, she felt heavier. Before she woke up in her bed, she saw many dead relatives sitting by a large house. She later found out that the girl was an aunt who died a week before her father did. She was known to have her hair in pigtails when she was young.