Last night, I hugged my Mom in a dream. She was thin and frail. But she looked strong, and she looked well. She cried when she saw me and I cried too, because it had been a long time.
Last night, I hugged my Mom in a dream. She was thin and frail. But she looked strong, and she looked well. She cried when she saw me and I cried too, because it had been a long time.
...All my darkest hours talking like this... 