A Mother’s Wisdom

A Mother’s Wisdom

An hour past midnight. The cold winter winds blew in through the open window & I tightened my grip on the blanket. My room's door was shut, the phone placed on my ear turned static. I couldn't believe the words I just listened to. "It's over. I can't be with you." The sentence screamed in my mind and I realized it isn't a dream. A sudden gasp left my mouth followed by loud sobbing. I knew everyone's asleep so I muffled my mouth in the blanket. 10 minutes. 15... 20... 30... An hour... Two? Or more? I don't remember how & when I fell asleep.  A heavenly morning. All I remember is the next day my room's door was ajar, the sunlight warming my cold face and illuminating the room with a shade of white. Everything else stood as still as it was last night, only more brighter than ever. I wondered if I were dreaming it. "Good morning, Alfred." Ah, no. Not a dream. I heived a sigh...
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