Sitting here on the green bed with hospital robes on; her eyes were wet, maybe she was remembering her times with me.
Was it the fight we had two days ago about me not showering after playing football?
Or was it that day we both were on the beach, walking. I was roaming around to find shells and she was walking with her legs touching the water.
Or maybe it was the time I took her to a fort and she got so tired at the start, climbing the long stairs, we returned back laughing.
Wonderful are our moms.
I held her hand, and I lay down as I got lost in my memories with her.
Was it all going in my head? Or maybe this was how heaven felt like.