when I found my mom dead i immediatly panicked, i was covered in blood and knew if i called the cops they would suspect me as a murderer. I didn't scream when I found her dead I just stared in horror, I freaked out and grabbed a shovel. I took down her body, her pretty white dress a permanent reminder of her beauty and kindness. I dug a hole in my backyard and buried her. I stained her pretty white dress with dirt as I buried her beneath the gravel and soil. There was no grave for her, just a lump in the ground in my front yard. I feel guilty for tarnishing her pretty white dress