Dreams I Never Get to Talk About

Mother

I awoke with a kiss on my forehead. It was gentle and felt genuine. I opened my eyes, greeted by the morning and my room.

"Good morning, daughter."

The sound of my mother's voice echoed throughout the hallways. I gathered myself and finally left the room.

I felt so surreal and dream-like, it's like I am still sleeping somehow and just dreaming this whole thing. Nevertheless, I got into the kitchen.

Mother prepared me a vegetable soup with iced tea. A big difference from the simple breakfast I always prepare myself; a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice.

The house is a little cleaner compared yesterday, I guess mother felt the house as dirty. Well, I do get a little lazy from time-to-time.

I went back up to my room and saw my clothes already folded and ready for me to wear it. The style seems old-fashioned and out of my liking, but I appreciate her effort.

I got teary-eyed with all of the efforts my mother done today. I'm just so happy that mother still gives time for me, even though she already died.