Thursday, August 12, 2010

My bed is better

It was a normal dream like any other, I was in some school canteen and towards the end I saw Mom showing our friend Maria, who we had not seen for a long time, around.

As I went up to talk to them, my grandmother came up to me, smiling. She looked younger than when I had last seen her.

That's because the last time I saw her was over a year ago at her funeral. Then grandpa said hi too, also looking much younger, and he had died way before. Perplexed, I looked towards my mom and asked, "did I die?"

She gave her an affirming nod.

I walked around in wonder. Old aunties from church who looked much younger were greeting me the way they do on a Sunday, smiling and happy. And I saw dad at the canteen preparing some you tiao and he gave me a big grin. Relief filled me. I could not hold back the tears.

I had made it.

And there was one person I was so excited to finally get to meet. But the flood of tears and damp pillow woke me up before I had the chance to.

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