I saw mum, dressed in that pink hospital gown, sitting in bed smiling. She was surrounded by teddy bears, by pictures, paintings. It was a colourful and cheery decor.
"Not, it cannot be", I heard myself saying to myself... it cannot be.
The next moment, all these family members appeared and surrounded her bed.
"It cannot be..." I heard myself in my head.. "You died already..."
She approached, her arm thin and dry and with various tubes connected to it. I held her hands with mine. The touch of her hands were "This cannot be... you already left..."
But it felt so real, as if she died again and again and came back again and again before me.
"Not, it cannot be", I heard myself saying to myself... it cannot be.
The next moment, all these family members appeared and surrounded her bed.
"It cannot be..." I heard myself in my head.. "You died already..."
She approached, her arm thin and dry and with various tubes connected to it. I held her hands with mine. The touch of her hands were "This cannot be... you already left..."
But it felt so real, as if she died again and again and came back again and again before me.
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