My mother used to sing it to me when I was young. She sang it so beautifully, and it is almost haunting in a way. It keeps coming back to me. It is one thing which resides in the back of my dreams, and it never fades away completely. I guess it is sort of like Mona Lisa’s smile, in a sense. You see?â€? Casimir went on.
“Yes,â€? I whispered. “I know.â€?
“And that’s not all of it. You haven’t had someone you’ve loved pass away, but I think you might understand. As a part of you always knew your father’s secret, a part of me knew that my mother lived on inside of me. Sometimes, I see her in my dreams, and it’s like she’s really there. I want her to stay forever, but I know that she can’t.
I feel as if I have known my mother for decades instead of just four years. She whispers to me and comforts me, and I know that my mum would love me as a son if she was alive. Instead, she loves me as an angel who is watching over those whom she has left.