Franco
I arrive at my mother's house. I had called her earlier to ask if she was home, and she said she would be home in twenty minutes. I flop down on the living room couch. A smile creeps onto my face before I even realize it. I take out my phone and browse through my photo gallery.
I don't understand why looking at her picture makes me smile. It must be because of how lovely she looks.
Looking at that photo has become my obsession. Even though that word sounds a bit off. I look at it every night before sleeping. I only dreamed of her once, but it was strange and unsettling. I saw her moving away from me, and no matter how much I tried to reach her, I couldn't. Those sweet dreams she promised me haven't come.
I hear the door open and put away my phone. My mother appears at the entran
