Through My Mother’s Eyes
I had a dream one night. In this dream, I woke up to find a woman sitting in a chair by my bed. She had been watching me sleep, for how long, I don’t know. She was looking at me with total love and adoration in her eyes. Her face radiated with pride. I felt the love she felt; it was almost palpable. But I was puzzled as I didn’t know who this woman was. She looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. She looked like my mother but I knew she wasn’t my mother. How did I know this? Because … Continue reading Through My Mother’s Eyes