She was getting out of the car. I recognized her by the way she twisted her body and gently stepped out with one leg and then the other. Her side view gave her away completely but this time she had more foundation on her face than normal. She was coming home, so I said to myself, we can help her fix that make up.
Then I woke up. I saw Mama, it was her. That scene was so vivid even when I was awake. This time, I can remember my dream. I wonder what that dream meant. She was coming home.
Sometimes I feel what happens during the day is what you dream about, but this time nothing I did or said yesterday was linked to my mother. I know I miss her. Most of the time an action I make, my hands and sometimes my photographs remind me of her. That makes me well up a bit.
I know that even at this age, Mama would have been proud of me for this move, from Africa to Asia. She was also a passionate teacher so she would understand why. I also know she would advise me to come home soon. I know why!
I’m glad this dream did not fade away as soon as I woke up, like many others. I always wonder what the message is, if there is one hidden there. I saw her anyway, it was so clear and it still is.


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