This morning I dreamt that my mum was still alive. The cancer had left her and she was back to her vigorous, red cheeked self. I told my mum how well she looked, saying, ”the colour has returned to your cheeks”. My mum then asked me for a hug, and I consented – the hug was warm and firm. We then walked off along the road and I woke up. My lips were trembling and my eyes had tears in them, but I was only half awake. In real life I shy away from hugs, but I have a secret yearning for them that was fulfilled in this dream.