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Physically and mentally weary, I go and sit across the table from my mother. She is in a middle of a conversation with someone next to her. As I sit, she looks over and says, "don't you think so?" in the most comforting tone of voice. Without looking up, and in dry monotone, I say, "I don't know, and I don't care." Regret sets in immediately, giving me all the more reasons to keep my eyes lowered.

I woke up from this dream in cold sweat and tears. The gusting winds outside rattled my bedroom window. I looked over at the clock. Only 2:44AM. Then I treaded back and forth from fragments of indistinguishable dreams to the lit numbers of the alarm clock throughout the night. It was the least restful night I have had so far this year.