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Waking, I sit up to see Ezra, and our room making me wonder if it was all some sick dream my mind conjured up to torture me with, another vision of a time to come. “My mum?” I ask him, praying he would be confused and not know what I am talking about, that it was in fact just a dream, yet he just stares, his eyes softening like he didn’t know what to say. ‘She is gone Kat, it wasn’t a dream, I wish it was’ Kora wails in my head, her soul crushing pain, making me feel it in every fibre of my being, she was dead. I never pictured my life without my mother in it, who does. You don’t think of someone who raised you, who was the strongest figure in your life, the one that holds the most influence in who you become as gone. My mother was my biggest supporter, my biggest critic but she was mine. Nothing measures up to the pain that comes with losing a mother especially when she gave her life for yours. Inconsolable pain, soul shattering, destroying pain is what it feels like when you realise