A decade of motherlessness
It's funny how people fade but become somehow more pervasive.
I had a dream the other night.
A family friend started playing a video on her phone. It was a close-up of my mom from long ago—just a couple seconds of her laughing. Nothing much happened in this video clip, except that it made her physically, tangibly real. It was as if, for a moment, she was alive again.
I saw her pores, the t…