It took my mother three months to visit me. I was sleeping peacefully when I saw her. It was as if I could see her through my eyelids rather than in than a dream.
Looking young and beautiful and about the age of 33, her prettiest, she appeared in front of me, very animated and excited. She said, "It is so wonderful here, I'm so happy! And I have the BEST BOSS," and then with a smile and a wave, she left again.
I haven't seen her since, but sometimes I think she visits me.
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