Follow Your Heart
"Shh," my mother sooths me, tucking the quilt around me. "It will be alright. Think happy thoughts when you dream and it will go away."
I don't bother telling her that these weren't just dreams. Unless you can have the same dream every night for the past two years and call it a dream. Doubtful.
My mother bends forward to lightly kiss my forehead. "I'll see you in the mo…
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