Mae stared at her son. He slept soundly in her lap. She hummed as she ran her fingers through his hair, enjoying the moment. He was finally home. Mae couldn’t believe it. He appeared to her just like the first time. But this time he said something she will never forget. Her heart squeezed a little from the memory. Mae was so surprised when he appeared that she rushed to him.
“Mom?” he said with a frown, as if he was unsure of what he was saying.
“Yes, I’m your mother,” Mae had said with tears in her eyes. She walked to him and wrapped her arms around him. “I know you don’t understand it. But I am your mother.” Their connection thrummed deep inside her, and she hoped he felt it too. That was the only thing that could make it easier for him.
Staring down at him now, Mae hoped he would
