Last night I dreamt of my mother for the first time. She passed away when I was nine years old and I don’t have any memories of her before she got sick. I often grieve the mother I never knew, the advice I never heard, the hugs I never felt. In the dream she was in the hospital but she didn’t look sick. We spoke for hours about everything and nothing but we didn’t say goodbye, we didn’t need to. I woke up with tears in my eyes and it took me a moment to realize, I was happy.
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