After five long years of pain and suffering for the tragic loss of her daughter and her son-in-law, Miriam felt like she needed some time for herself. Yet, the thought of never seeing her daughter again shattered her heart into a million pieces over and over again.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t overcome the sorrow that settled in her soul after her daughter’s passing following a car accident.

The trip Miriam took was a gateway from the reality that haunted her. What she didn’t know, however, was that the trip would change her life forever.

Once at the reception, the receptionist asked for her ID. She took it out and handed it to the worker, who began tapping away at the computer. While she waited, Miriam’s gaze wandered. To her disbelief, she spotted a couple who resembled her daughter and her-son-law.

At first, she thought she was only imagining things, but as she looked closer she realized that the woman was in deed her daughter Pamela, and the man next to her was Frank, her son-in-law. But how could that be? They were both tragically killed. She buried them, and cried over their loss for five long years. What was going on, how could they be alive and where were they all those years.

Miriam started shaking, but she still gathered strength to go after them.

When they spotted her, they sped up their pace, but Miriam yelled: “Stop or I’ll call the police.”

It was then that Pamela and Frank stopped and turned towards Miriam. Pamela started crying, and said, “Mom, I can explain everything.”

Miriam was beyond angry and confused. She was happy her daughter wasn’t dead, but she couldn’t possibly understand how she could fake her own death and let her mom and the entire family suffer and mourn her loss.

“Start talking,” Miriam demanded firmly.

Frank then said, “Miriam, it was never our intention to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” Miriam let out a bitter laugh. “I buried both of you. I mourned for five years. And now you’re here, telling me you never intended to hurt me?”

Pamela started to apologize. She tried to explain to her mother that they had their reasons. But what reason is good enough to fake your own death and leave your own mother mourn?