HomeEveryone has lost his /her loved ones at some point of his life.
I remember it was Saturday morning, when a neighbor came over in our house. He was wearing a white clothes, yes, all was white. He greets everyone in the house and say goodbye to all. This is unusual thing he never done before.
And in the afternoon we heard his mother was crying out loud and was so hysterical. We were all shocked. We asked her mother what happened and she told us that his son met an accident. A car hit his bicycle, and he died. Oh, we just talked to him in the morning and he seems so happy.
That explains now why he was wearing a pure white clothes and why he said goodbye to everyone of us. It was his sign. I consider him the "White sheep" of the family because he was so good. He died at the early age at 14.
