She read the line of the behavior exercise: "Which family members do you wish you kept better in touch with?"
Lowering her eyes, she couldn't see the paper in front of her. They were staring at her past, at the very moment when she let her brain take the best of her heart.
Her son, her son... She wish she had kept him close by. If only she had return at the last day she saw him to give him one more hug. As if her tears touching his shoulder and face would have a magic touch to make his soul fly away from misery and follow her to a future of dreams that were never fulfilled. Dreams that now had no use. Not for her, not to anyone.
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