"Mommy, play with my hair." Four-year-old me requested as I snuggled into bed.
"Alright, sweetie." My mother sat on the edge of my bed and began softly stroking my hair.
All those years ago, I always asked my mother to play with my hair. It relaxed me and soothed me to sleep.
As I grew older, she still continued to stroke my hair even when I didn't ask.
When I was fourteen my mother was diagnosed with cancer. The doctors had caught it too late so it was already in its later stages.
During that time, she played with my hair more than she had when I was younger. I never minded since it seemed to become just as relaxing for her as it was for me.
I turned sixteen last month. My mother died last week. She lasted longer than the doctors expected.
In a way, I feel like she's not totally gone since I can still feel her stroking my hair at night.
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31 Days of Halloween 2019
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