So during the madness of the last few days of studying for PR, I decided to live dangerously by taking up a last minute writing project. That meant sleeping in the dead of the night cause I studied from mid-afternoon till midnight everyday (with lots of procrastination in between) and so I’d start writing late at night. Hehe. It was fun. And I didn’t expect myself to do it, to be honest. It was a writing prompt competition and I didn’t have much feels for any of the prompts except for this one:
You’re sitting at home on a rainy evening, relaxing with a mug of hot chocolate in your favorite armchair. You thought you were alone until you hear the small voice of a child behind you, “Hello. Are you my mother?”
At first, I couldn’t think of anything else except writing about a ghost child which was so predictable. I tried thinking of ideas but y mind kept going back to ghost child whenever I thought of the prompt so I kinda gave up wanting to write anything.
But then one afternoon after I came out of the shower, an idea smacked me in the face.