I hope you get to take-in the heartbeat of life, all the children rushing toward the rolling waves laughing, and carrying on, squealing. I hope you lift your head up, and sing again, as the ocean roars to the sound of your voice.
I hope you get to hear the seagulls cry as you watch them rise, rise, rise, to and across the massive sky, flying away with the wind to remind us that we are free.
For now I know, it is the little things.
Yes, one day mother, you and I, we shall be free.