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Missing Persons Report
Two weeks ago, I reported my mother as missing after three days without returned texts. No word at all.
The not knowing is torture. My only certainty? Something bad happened.
In a recuring dream, I’m a child. I’m looking at a flower on a hillside and mother is behind me. Then I realize she’s not there and look up to see her disappearing over a nearby hill. I run to catch her, but she’s gone.
Last night I rose over my lover. In his eyes I saw mother pause at the edge of that hill and look back. She smiled.
The not knowing is torture. My only certainty? Something bad happened.
In a recuring dream, I’m a child. I’m looking at a flower on a hillside and mother is behind me. Then I realize she’s not there and look up to see her disappearing over a nearby hill. I run to catch her, but she’s gone.
Last night I rose over my lover. In his eyes I saw mother pause at the edge of that hill and look back. She smiled.
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