Past is that annoying good friend whom you can strangulate, bury under ground and stand on its grave looking up at your future but you cannot kill it. When you try to walk away, it’ll stick its stiff hands out to grab your feet, anchoring you into a fall.
She put the phone down and let out a sigh of relief. At least there was some hope for a happy life. She was tired and before she knew it, she was lost in deep slumber.