Katya
Waking, I sit up and see Ezra and our bedroom, making me wonder if it was all some sick dream my mind conjured up to torture me, or another vision of a time to come.
“Mom?” I ask him, praying he will be confused and not know what I am talking about, that it was just a dream. However, he just stares, his eyes softening like he doesn’t know what to say.
“She's gone, Kat, it wasn't a dream, though I wish it had been,” Kora sobs in my head, her soul-crushing pain piercing every fiber of my being. She is dead. My mother is truly gone.
I never pictured my life without my mother in it. Who does? You don’t think of someone who raised you, who is the strongest figure in your life, the one that holds the most influence in who you become as just gone.
My mother was my biggest supporter, my
