SASHA’S POV
I dreamt of my mother for the first time.
I barely remember her and I do not know anymore if my mind was only playing with me with her image, but I know I was with her. Even the place we were in was unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time. It was like, at first look of the surroundings, the place was somewhere I have never been in; yet as the dream progressed, it felt more and more familiar like I have always been there before.
It did not really matter much, I thought to myself, I knew I was only dreaming. Though in that dream, it felt too real to even feel like a dream.
Mother was caressing my hair as we watched the ducks in the pond just beside the house we were in. She was telling me how I have the most stubborn hair because she could braid it; telling me how soft it is
