Jill’s grandma explained to her what Jill’s mother had experienced as a child. “Before I go on, let me tell you that a banshee is an Irish myth.” “When your mother was nine, she woke up in the middle of the night to look outside the window into the backyard. By the glittering moonlight, she saw a woman weeping. Your mother could hear her cries and said they sounded like the wind sighing. The woman floated above our swimming pool. Her appearance was strange and not normal at all. She looked young and old, and was almost transparent, like an old spirit. The woman’s white hair flowed like water. After staring at her, your mother just lay her head back down on the pillow and drifted off to sleep.” “That is why your mother has always been a little scared whenever the wind blows hard or anyone cries loudly.”
Jill’s Mother
