I love this so much! My mom passed away when I was in college on the day that I was suppose to start my last nursing practicum. The hardest part is definitely the milestones that she misses out on. I recently had my first baby a year ago. Up to his birth I had dreams of my baby and my mom. Wolf you and me we got this canvas prints. She would be holding him and snuggling him. A week before he was born I had my last dream of her. She handed me my perfect little baby and said “he’s safe and perfect. I’ve been taking care of him for you” when he was born it was like I already knew him, he looked exactly like in my dreams. I remember there was a day in kindergarten when we were supposed to bring our dads to school. It was some type of performance or something. I’d never met my father. So I asked my mom if he could come, and she told me: ‘He’s too busy.
Wolf you and me we got this canvas prints
He lives in Malaysia. And he’s a king.’ My father was a king? That meant I was a princess! It made me feel so proud. But as I got older, I came to realize it was an elaborate story my mom had invented to comfort me. She was a single mother. Wolf you and me we got this canvas prints. We’d immigrated from the Philippines when I was six, and we were living in a rented room. That’s not how a princess was supposed to live. But whenever I’d ask more about my father, my mother would become withdrawn. She’d offer few details. She told me that she’d been working as a nurse in Malaysia. And that she met the king at a party. But the rest of the story seemed to be painful, so I took it upon myself to never open that box. I stopped thinking about it.