Dreamt of Her, again.


This morning i dreamt of her, again.
She taught me to cook, something i wished we could do together more often back then.
Two kind of food, chicken soup and some kind of cabbage.
But then she suddenly gone.
Somehow, in the dream i know that she went to the other world.
My chest hurt, and i tried some tools to communicate with her, there.
I called her, ‘mom’, ‘mom’ and ‘mom’ so many times.
But i got no reply.
It’s so sting on the heart.. Even until i woke up.