Who? part 2 I’m lazily sitting under a tree next to a stream. Someone is on the bank but I’m too groggy to make out the person. They are small, with bright hair and maybe it’s a sundress. I’m not sure. The person speaks “Mom, come look at this!” her voice is tiny and fragile but full of joy. I’m a mother. I stand up and stumble on my way. Why can I never seem to get my bearings? I lumber over to the child; my child. Her face is now unblurred. Her eyes stare at me longingly,…
Who? It’s cold, the sun just started to peak through the trees. The dew is fresh on the stones I’m lying on. Where am I? I take a deep breath of the morning air; pain fills my lungs. I stretch after a long rest, but my body doesn't move. The pain in my lungs grow. My mouth feels dry and my head hurts. How did I get here? I’m not sure but I have to leave. I can see a river; its slowly starting to creep closer to me. I fight to move but my body does not budge. The pain is now…