No matter what I did or how hard I tried I always dreamt of my mother around the time of her death, I always replay it in my head and try to think of how or why or some way I could have changed it, made it better. Took her pain away.
And selfishly mine.
"Tara, baby, we're here."I heard a voice pull me out of my sleep and I smiled as I opened my
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