I was 18/19, and doing my A levels at college, so still living with my Mum and brother. One evening, as usual, I drove back home, it must have been winter as it was very dark.
Our kitchen was down a long corridor off the main hall, you could see the kitchen sink from the front door if you looked.
I blustered in to the hall, putting my jacket on the bottom of the stairs, and bending down to put my bag onto the floor.
As I walked in, I saw my mother standing at the sink washing up, the kitchen lights were all on, and she was wearing a red jumper, I was really surprised (and really happy) to see her there, as she had a chronic illness that kept her in bed for most of the day. I said hi, and started to chat to her.
As I looked up from sorting my bag out and started to walk down the corridor. the lights in the kitchen were off, and my mother wasn’t there, I turned and ran upstairs and she was asleep in bed.
When I got upstairs, my brother was in his room,
I have no explanation for it, I wouldn’t have expected her to be in the kitchen, as she was hardly ever out of bed, and I can still clearly see the image of her standing there even now 20 years later!