When I was eleven years old, my mother died in the hospital from hitting her head quite hard on the ground. The doctors had told her not to get up, as her body couldn't handle it, but she did anyway, to prove that she could go home, but she lost her balance and hit her head on the floor, causing her to be brain dead within minutes. She was only there for a minor surgery and she was supposed to come home, which was why her death was such a surprise.
Now here's the good part. When I was asleep, I found myself in a library. Everything was stretched and blue, like it was on an old tv screen. I saw my mother, and somehow in my dream knew she'd died, though I'd only known for a few hours and it usually takes days or weeks for reality to come into my dream. I hugged her and said I was sorry for everything I'd said or done to her since I was little, since I hadn't had the chance before. She said it was okay and that she loved me. I told her I loved her, too. Then I woke up.
Ever since then, when I'm feeling really sad over mean friends or a bad grade, I felt a slight pressure on my shoulders, like a hug, and I'd feel calmer or safer than before, as though my protective mother was in the room again. Sometimes, I'd catch a hint of her sweet pea perfume. And, since she died, no one's taken care of the rose bushes along the side of our house (her favorite flowers) but one rose always grows, a red one (her favorite color) and always in the same place. It's been three years since she died, going on the fourth, and there's always that red rose on the dead rosebush.
Was it really my mother's spirit who came to tell her daughter that everything was going to be alright, or was it just wishful dreaming? And has she appeared to hug me or cause the rose to grow knowing I'd see it and it would comfort me, or am I just wishing for too much?
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