with utmost care he rubbed the tarnished trophy and summoned the ghosts. he never expected to find his own mother in that mist of shadows- shifting with the wind which came out of nowhere. he reached out, shaking as he silently cried, to embrace that ghost, but he found no flesh nor blood nor bone, ' closing his eyes he swam back in time and reached home in his mind, he saw his mother- thinking how she once she gathered her purse, looked around, but did not see him. she sobbed and cried, where are you, my son?
"son and mother, lost from each other, unaware who is the ghost, both silently crying into that trophy"