“Those are beautiful flowers. Why do they make you cry?” Sam whispered, pulling me into his side. My head rested on his shoulder gently and I was grateful for his presence.
“They remind me of my mother.”
“What was she like?” he questioned.
“She was the warmest person you would ever meet. No matter what was going on, she always pulled from her strength, giving it to those around her. If you were hungry, she’d make you a meal. If you were sad, she’d give you a hug. If you were angry, she’d lend you an ear. I saw her.... when I was dying.”
I haven’t told anyone about that moment yet. I still wasn’t entirely sure that it wasn’t just a hallucination due to my blood loss. It didn’t feel like one, but I’ve also never been that close to death.
“Wait....what?” he questioned; his voice f
