Suddenly, tears gushed down my face like a waterfall. and while I wet her skin with my tears, my mother just patiently stood there, patting my head as she comforted me.

“Ah, my child, you can cry to me.”

Those simple words were simple, but they meant so much to me.

I suddenly felt how ironic my gift is, and how I am thankful for having it. It made n possible to meet my mother right now.

I could talk t her like this as if she’s still alive...

but I know it's only her soul now…and this scene would be over soon s I have to grasp the chance...