We were lining up for something when I saw her in her sunflower dress, standing, smiling, but not speaking. Her eyes were tired like the one she wore during her last days of her life. After realizing it was Mama—my mom who should have been dead—I knew I was in a dream. But I would not let the chance pass—the chance of letting her know I miss her so, so much. I immediately embraced her tight and cried loudly on her chest, screaming “Mama” over and over.
Then I woke up . . . with tears on my face and a heavy heart.
Maybe because my birthday is coming soon, and she knows what I want for a gift.
I hope she will visit me again.