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When I realized where I was, I found myself in the kitchen. I was cutting some onions, carrots, and other veggies, and then putting them inside a pot with water, boiling it down to make a soup that would work as a base for the stew I was making.
This day… I couldn't forget it. It was a very special day, the day when my daughter said her first words, words that marked our lives forever… These beautiful words that filled me with love, with so much emotion… Yeah, these words that my husband and I remembered very well.
It was the evening of a Sunday when our daughter had just said her first words. My husband back then was so shocked that he asked her to say it again. Our little girl was already a year and a half and was on her way to two years of age. Usually babies begin saying words earlier, but she had always been a silent girl, but recently, she started to say words that we didn't really understand. Until my husband sat her down over his lap and began to try to make her say "papa".
"Papaaaa!"
And she said them after trying it out for a while… Although it felt like he was being a bit too pushy, it ended up paying off in the end, our stubborn girl just needed a little push. It was so cute, my beautiful little girl, my adorable and beautiful little Elena…
"S-Say it again, Elena! Please!"
My husband asked Elena to say it again because he really wanted to hear her again. Her voice was so little and cute, and her eyes were big and bright, filled with so much innocence.
"Pa…"
"Come on, you can do it!"
My husband cheered, trying to cheer her up. I really didn't want to bother her so much, but he always said that we had to be persistent in these things so the babies could grow some courage. I guess he was right… I've always been overly concerned about being too rude, I've always lacked self-confidence and I've never been someone bold either…
"Papa!"
And then she said it again. Her beautiful little mouth moved on its own, as she said papa once more. I felt like I skipped a beat when I heard her back then… I left everything I was doing as I moved towards her, my husband and I were so happy back then.
"Uwaaah! My daughter is so cute!" He said, as he was about to cry. He really loved her more than anything… Well, it was the same for me.
"Elena, good job!" I said with a smile.
"Now say "mama"! Come on, you can do it, it's easy now," said my husband.
"Come on, dear, don't force her–"
"Mama!"
"Eh?!"
"See? She can do it. She's a smart girl. I knew it since I looked her in the eyes…"
"Maaaaa!"
The little Elena said "mama" back then faster than she said "papa"… Although my husband was happy, I felt even more shocked… It felt as if she wasn't going to even let me doubt her. And she surprised me so much that I couldn't help but smile warmly back at her, and kiss her little forehead. She was so tiny and cute, so huggable back then…
"S-She really said it…"
"You don't have to doubt our daughter, Elayne… You have to always trust her, and know that she can do it… I know that she's going to go far… I know it."
"Hm… You're right… I have to trust her… Sorry…"
"Ah! D-Don't be sorry, don't worry about it… You're always a bit too sensitive, you have to relax a bit more."
"Oh… Am I? W-Well… You're right."
My husband caressed my back as he kissed me lovingly, and then hugged me while I held our daughter with my arms. His hugs, his kisses, his warmth… his love. I missed it so much.
"What's gotten into you?" He asked.
I knew this was a dream, but somehow, I wish we could extend this little time a bit more. These weird dreams I always had where I ended up remembering more of our past. I wish I could tell him how much I missed him.
"I miss you… I know you're a dream… But I… I wish you could be here for me a bit longer…"
"Don't worry… I will never leave your side… Elayne, I love you…"
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When I opened my eyes, it was already 5 AM. And like sometimes, I woke up filled with a lot of melancholy. My heart ached, and my throat had a strong knot, which made it difficult to breathe… This pain was just sorrow. When a person had known so much sorrow, even the body responded to it in certain ways, whether it was a pain in the chest, a knot in the throat… or tears coming out of my eyes.
Just like right now.
"…"
I tried to stop the tears, I used the bed's blanket trying to cover my eyes with it, to cleanse the tears, but they continued coming, without stopping… I once more had one of those dreams. I really missed him a lot. Didn't I? I really did… It was so painful… I wished… I wished he could be here with me. I wished he could be here with me for just a bit longer. I cuddled in the bed like a pathetic baby and tightly hugged the cushions he once used to rest his head over them, squeezing them tightly, and crying all over them.
I wished I was a much stronger person. But every time I remembered him this way… every time I dreamed like this… I couldn't help but begin crying desperately. I knew crying won't bring him back. And I knew very well that it wouldn't resolve anything, but my eyes couldn't help but sting as I recalled him. And all these memories we had with our daughter as well… Memories that should have brought me happiness end up bringing me sorrow and melancholy. I was so weak… I was a weak person. Was I even allowed to be Elena's mother when I couldn't even control myself and hold back the tears? It had already been five years and I still cried so much.
I ended up drowning myself in my own sorrow, an endless abyss of depression where it was incredibly hard to even crawl back… I looked at my hands and they're trembling, and I felt like I grew weaker with each passing second… I felt so weak, I was so pathetic… I…
Knock, knock.
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