Celeste
“Mom… Mom… Please, stay with me. Please, please, mom… Don’t go…” I was jolted awake with tears in my eyes. I didn’t know what happened at that moment, and it took me a while to grasp where I was.
For the first time in many years, I dreamt about my mother. The night she died was always etched in my mind, giving me sleepless nights for the longest time. It haunted me for years, but I suddenly stopped dreaming about her without taking note of when it happened. I just didn’t dream of her anymore.
“Took you long enough.” What! Who was that? That wasn’t my voice. There was no one else in the room, but I was certain I had heard someone speak just now. Was I going crazy or something?
“Did I hit my head so hard?” How could I hear voices when there was no one here with me?
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