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be like. This distance between us is heartbreaking. The emptiness in
her eyes just brings me to tears.
When I look back at the girl sitting on the couch I can see tears welling in her
blue eyes.
She hasn’t talked to me for years and sometimes I don’t know if
she’s just forgotten how to talk or she’s forgotten who I am.
I really hope she comes to visit me again, she seems very kind and sweet. But
she also seems so sad, and the way she’s looking at me makes me think she knows me.
But I’ve never seen this woman in my life.
‘How are you, Mum,’ I asked. Again, a blank face that turned away.
She must be confused. I don’t have a daughter.
She’s a lost soul who can’t be retrieved, she’s stuck all by herself.
The things that I would give to just have one day with the mother
that I used to have. The mother who could remember who her
daughter was.
This girl’s face looks very sad; I can’t stand the sight of sadness in people’s eyes.
Once again I look out the window to the rain droplets and I can see a young girl
running around on the grass in the pouring rain. Her face is lit by smiles and her
hand is holding another’s. She looks like the girl sitting next to me: the same bright
blue eyes and blonde hair, just smaller. In the back of my head I could hear their
conversation, she was with her mother, and her mum called her Megan.
Just when I thought it was time to leave she turned back and
looked me straight in the eyes.
‘Megan?
’
‘Yes, I’m here, Mum,’ I said while I felt tears running down my
cheeks and my smile growing. ‘I’ll always be here.’
‘Megan, come here,’ Mary said with open arms. In seconds Megan was in
the air with her mum’s arms wrapped around her. They ran, danced and sang
until they couldn’t anymore and the rain was still pouring down. Their
clothes were sopping, hair drenched and the only thing Megan said on their
way home was, ‘I love you, Mum, and I will never forget today, never ever.’
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