She is wearing a blue sari. And my boss is standing next to her. It IS a dream.
I loved all my children, she says, beaming, holding out her arms.
My boss starts walking away. My mom is still talking. I panic. I pray frantically that he will look back.
Mom loved all her children. But they didn't always see her.
His footsteps fade. And then he looks back. Right at her. And he listens.