Dreams are my reality

Today, around 5AM, my mum sleepily dragged her feet into my room, rubbing her half-asleep eyes, smiling although her red nose giving it all away, she said "Yati, I dreamt of papa leh. He told me he never die, just hiding. I cannot believe yknow I even hugged him two times. How come ah? How come some dreams can be so real?" She then dragged her feet out my room the same way she came in, all the while smiling.

Shortly afters, my air-con started leaking. I would've went over to crash her room if not for that dream of hers. I wanted to give her more alone time to cry. So I stayed in my room until I couldn't take the perspiration any longer before going over. Lying beside her was a small packet of tissue. I'm glad it was just 1 packet. I'm glad she's crying much lesser now than back then.

Sometimes, I still have to convince myself of the reality that he is gone. It is already this hard for me to lose my father, I can only imagine the pain and hardship that is in losing a husband. Her husband. Her first and last love. I still miss you. We both do. Always.