Date: 2/17/2017

By seascarlet

I was watching a street circus with my mom and sister and maybe others, thinking about how I wish my only living grandmother could go out still and enjoy things like this. Then I turn and she's walking towards me smiling with hair down and red lipstick on. The pain a and dementia are gone and she seems happy. I tell her I was just thinking about her, and we hug and keep calling each other "mom" for some reason.