Shepherd's Pie
My mother’s name was Allison Claire and she was famous for her Shepherd's Pie. She owned a renowned bakery. It was Christmas eve, the whole ‘Claire’ family got together. The ‘get together’ was at my mother’s house. We had a large wooden dining table on which a Shepherd's Pie, red wine, a large turkey and sweet rum balls were placed. We had a chandelier, which belonged to my great-grandmother. It was hung in the dining room. My father had died by suicide. He slit his wrists and died. My mother went into depression after his death. She even had a miscarriage. After two months she finally had the courage and opened a bakery to fulfil our money requirements. Our home was very far from the city. One day I was coming back from a party and it was very late. A bald man came running towards me, dodged me and kept running. I found that bizarre. But I moved on. After two three days I heard a scratching sound on the main door. I was hesitant but I went to check. I opened the door ...