In my dream, my darling child waved his arms and shouted, "Mommy, mommy, hug me!"
He was shouting and running towards me. Then suddenly, he grew a pair of wings and flew into the sky just like that.
"Aaron!" I shouted after my son. He flew away!
I opened my eyes and it was the hospital ward! Didn't I fall off the rooftop? Was I still alive?
"My son, where is my son?" I tried to get out of bed to look for my child, only to find that my legs were suspended in air.
"Our child has been cremated and laid to rest!" Kristian's words felt like a thunderbolt on a clear day. He buried my child without my permission!
What rights did he have to do that? He had no rights at all!
I rained punches down on him but he just hugged me tight. Nothing mattered now, I didn't care how grand the tomb was n
