She sits by the window, seemingly almost transparent. Her hollow voice, ringing in my ears, her empty whispers filling the room. Calling, longing for her child that was right in front of her.
seemingly as if the wind could blow her away any moment, she says "hello child, what is your name". I brittlely respond with the name she herself has given me "veronica" as I've said time and time again. "oh that's the name of my girl" she responds unknowingly, showing me the doll she cradles in her arms. I shed a tear when she says this. Worried, she asks me "are you ok child". In which I have no choice but to respond with yes. As I leave for the day she says "I love you". I shakenly respond "do you remember me". She says kindly "No, but I remember that I love you". I walk back in and hug her. The next day she lays on her bed, she says brittlely and breathy "I love you my child... veronica". She huffs and wheezes as she takes her final breaths, and then finally passes. As she lays here lifeless, I cry. I Couldn't believe... she remembered.
