I can’t believe it’s been exactly 112 days since you passed away. I think I had dreamt about you 3 times now since you have been gone. I wish i had wrote down the days they happened.
But i remember briefly the first time I dreamt about you, I didn’t see your face but inside it felt like it was you. I followed you around, it felt like we were going in circles. It was endless. I don’t remember how i woke up.
The second time I dreamt about you, for some reason it was in a car. From afar it was a lady, but when I got closer I I saw your face. This was awhile ago though so I can’t fully remember all the details. But I remember screaming for you. Yelling Mom in Vietnamese over and over again. But I couldn’t get closer. I woke up in tears.
Third time. 11/25. I don’t know where we were. Or who else we were with. But I remember you. Your face. I remember us talking. About your illness. How we didn’t know how much longer you would have. I remember hugging you. Oh so tightly. I felt this warmth on my chest as I begin to cry. I remember waking up at around 1am with actual tears in my eyes and the warm feeling on my chest. It felt as if I really did hug you in my arms. I miss you mom.





















