She looked into my eyes with a dazed expression before smiling. "Don't worry sweetie, I just fell I'm alright," she told me with a weak hopeless smile.
"Jasmine," she then called out to me.
"Yes, mum," I responded.
Then the environment suddenly changed my mother lay in her bed she was frail and sick looking. I stood beside her and held her hand. My brother and father were nowhere to be found.
"I wish for you to have a better life than me." she whispered weakly to me and her eyes closed for the last time.
*****
I woke up with a start and in tears. I sat up on the bed and brought my knees to my chest as I tried to comfort myself. It was a reoccurring dream I had of my mother over the years. I was around 5 at the time of the incident with my mother in the hallway. And I was seven years old when she died. Sadly, those were the few memories I had of my mother. I didn't remember her all that well since she died when I was quite young.
