Mother… though I have barely even started to remember you, it pains me to know that you lost me. I don’t know how, or when, but I hate that we had such little time. I hope I find you.
** the hospital bed was soft under phantoms body, the light dimmed. her eyes were closed, her breathing evened out. machines were beeping, connected to her, keeping her alive. she lay as still as a statue under the covers. no one knew what had happened, and no one knew when she