I have to tell Mommy I want to play that thing too.
Oh. I can’t… I can’t tell Mommy.
Oh, I miss my mommy so much. I haven’t hugged her in so long.
I’m jumping up and running to the coffin. I knock on it but nothing happens, I try to lift on the lid but it’s too heavy. Why won’t anybody help me.
“Mommy! Wake up!!! I have to tell you something! Mommy, I miss you, wake up, I want to tell you something. Please Mommy, please… can someone please wake my mommy up please.” I can’t see anything, everything looks blurry. I’m laying down on the grass and I can feel Jezzy come up to me, picking me up and holding me.
“You said Mommy was sleeping in there! But why won’t she wake up to talk to me!”
“She can’t, Anca. She’s going to be asleep for a long, long time. You have to say goodbye to her.”
“No! I want to tell Mommy I want to learn to play like that lady, Jezzy. Please, can you tell her?”
“She knows, baby girl. She knows. And yes, I’m going to make sure that you can learn to play the harp.”
“Harp?”
“It’s what that lady was playing.”
“It was so beautiful. Do you think I will be able to play like that?”
“You’ll play better. I know you will.”
“And then when Mommy and Daddy come back I can play for them.”
“I think they’ll really like that. You practice hard and make them proud okay?
“Okay…”
“I love you, Anca.”
“I love you, Jezzy.”