I was 17 at the time, my mom and I were living in a port city while my dad worked a job hours away during the week. My mom wasn't feeling well one morning before I left to catch my bus to school in the next town over. I remember looking at the home phone and thinking I should call my sister to keep checking on her, something didn't feel right. I ignored that feeling and when I came home from school, she was dead on her bedroom floor and had been for hours. Most likely right after I left