“Honey, just remember.”
“Remember what momma?” The girl asked. She was young, but with a face full of mature youth. Rain patted on the window next to them
“Remember that…” Her mother coughed wickedly. She was laying on a large bed. “Dreams can come true. Don’t give in to the pressure…. do what you want deep down…”
“Momma… open your eyes momma…”
“Honey,” A lady in a white dress with a red plus sign on it whispered, “Shoo now, go drink some nice tea downstairs.”
“But what about momma?