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Had the nicest, and most vivid dream of my late ex-colleague Cik Marsiah. I forgot the last time I had a vivid dream at all. The image of the dream is fading away; it's agonizing to know it will fade in time.
We were in a kitchen, she was making us tea. And she said something about she asked Allah for one day for us to spend together. I remember being silent in that dream, I can't understand why. And why didn't I hug her?
I was just staring at her and cherishing the moment of having her right in front of me. There's so many that she missed out about my life; she didnt get to see me expecting, she didn't get to see my boy and hear my labour story. Even my ex-boss saw me heavily pregnant and we text once in awhile now.
She was the 3rd mother I never had, after my mom and my mil. I wanted that dream to go on for a long time, but nawwar's shifting abouts woke me soon after. It was time for his feeding and then I had to get ready for work this morning. When he was done, I saw him looking up to me in the dim room, and he smiled, that toothless smile. I told him about the dream with tears in my eyes.
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