Late post

I shall remember, that one sunny afternoon with a scent of fresh linen in the late winter air, when my mother and I were in my room changing bedsheets. I was so close to her, and for years I had my first genuine urge to go up and hold her tight, but I couldn't. I'm waiting, for that distance to disappear. Maybe someday, we will overcome the past. We will catch up on our belated conversations, and laugh over tea like long-lost friends.