The destruction of a dream
I woke up abruptly, I was called back to life by an indescribable noise.
I opened my eyes and I noticed that I was lying on a bed in an unknown room.
I looked around and I saw my mother. She was sitting on a chair. She was skimming through a newspaper.
I had been waiting for our meeting for many years. During that time, not even our telephone calls had been enough.
I had not the strength to speak or keep my eyes open.
I could not remember what had happened, why I was not at home and, above all, why my mother was there.
I saw a silhouette approaching. He was wearing a white coat. I listened to him.
“Lady, the accident involving your daughter is very strange. We have done everything in our power. The girl is young. She will recover in a while,” someone said
