Mum came alive again. At least she did in my dreams. The way she sounded, the way she dressed (at home, in her pajama-like t-shirt and shorts), the way she moved and carried her. I saw her exercising... I saw her watching tv, getting ready to go out... It was like she never left.
I saw myself watching her, me just waking up as she was getting ready. I ran upstairs (this was in our old home... The one with a garden on the top floor), rushing to call her and tell her we could go do this and do that together. Actually I was about to tell her we could meet up with an auntie (her cousin) the one I didn't manage to meet this time I was home in Taiwan , and she was so disappointed by that fact... I ran upstairs to tell mum we could meet with her. In my mind, I had all the time in the world, and didn't have a return date, so there was time we could spend together...
But as soon as I got upstairs, as soon as I saw her exercising in front of the tv, as soon as I approached her, I woke up.
It was all just a dream...
Just a dream.
A dream.
But it was so real. I could see her. I could feel her and smell her.
It was too real.
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