Go

We were fighting, again. I discovered more secrets. We were here, at home, and mom came downstairs to see if she could help, and the dogs were around. I yelled at mom, basically telling her to go back upstairs. Some time later, I noticed mom was on the phone with someone upstairs, telling them how I respect their opinion and they're the best person to advise me. And would they please talk to me. I was at the kitchen sink and thought, fuck, it's 3 or 4 in the morning, and mom's calling someone for me to talk to. So she convinced them, and mom started coming downstairs saying she had someone to talk to me, and I clearly heard Oma's voice, in person, upstairs.

She looked a bit different. Like she was younger, or a bit heavier, something...There was no question that it was her. Her voice, I knew it immediately. The moment I heard her, I felt time was running out quickly. I don't know if I knew I was waking up at that point, but I was terrified I wouldn't have time to ask her what I should do. She started criticizing how I met you in the first place, and it's not that I didn't want to hear, but I had no time, and so I practically screamed, "What do I do now? Please tell me what to do" and she said "Go." I left, letting go of trying desperately not to wake up, and instantly regretted not telling her how much I love her and to thank her for coming to talk to me.