Let her Go

Date: 2/21/2017

By jmprodanov-97

I was suddenly in my own room, as if I had just woken up. Then, I see my mother sitting by the end of my bed. My mother, in reality, had just passed away a few days ago (three to be exact). I was crying, hugging her, asking where she was and if she was alright. We were 'somehow' transported to my school's cafeteria (where my mother used to work when I was little). She then told me 'Don't fret, Juan. Don't fret.' I kept crying and crying. Shouting. Demanding an answer. 'I can not tell you where I am, nor answer any questions related to that.' 'Why?' I kept asking. 'You'll find out soon enogh'. She smiled We were back into my room, this time, I was ready to be tucked in my bed. I made some space for my mother to come and sleep with me. 'Come!' I told her. 'No, Juan. You have to go on without me. You have to grow up. You have to let me go.' There was tenderness but also sturdiness in her voice. And so I woke up. Tears shed.