i watched the latest episode of greys yesterday.

cristina yang, said "I miss my dad" with such grief and heartbreak i could feel the pain.

i dreamt about you during an afternoon nap. in the dream i wasn't conscious of any reality it all seemed like natural. surreal.
if not i would have dragged the dream so it wouldn't end.
i was financially abled and wanted to treat you to a good meal outside,
but you wanted to try on nicer clothes before going.
somehow everyone was sleeping.
then you wanted me to get you some makeup stuffs downstairs,
i knew nothing about these but was ready to go out
then i woke up.

what if deja vu works everytime?

happy mother's day, mom. another year on.