There are footsteps in the dream. I always hear footsteps in my sleep, the creaking of wooden floors. I knew someone was coming, but I couldn't break free from the dream.Captured by my grief, I sat motionless in the kitchen.Looking around, the feeling in the dream seemed to be vividly portrayed. I first saw a pair of female hands. The hand that stretched out from above obliquely held my cheek, and the coldness of the fingertips was slightly warm, and that feeling was comfortable.It turned out that there was body temperature in the dream.At the age of ten, I was in the fourth grade, and I had a fever that morning, so I took the day off.I hear my mother's voice.

"I'll be back before dark, you have to keep warm and stay at home obediently!" My mother in a one-piece dress squatted in front of me in pajamas.She has a face with meticulous makeup that I have hardly seen before. When she smiles, fine lines appear at the corners of her mouth. They are the gentleness that I feel happy from the bottom of my heart, and they are also my favorite wrinkles. "Did you hear that? Ah Ling?" I can't answer.I tried to wake the boy up in my dream, but it didn't work.Dreams do not belong to the dreamer, and the boy cannot hear my silent cry.If I nodded and agreed at this time, my mother would probably not come back to the dream, right?The mother who touched my forehead while laughing to check the warmth was the last time I saw her.

Even if it's just a word, I really want to make a sound.If I take different actions in my dream, maybe I can change my mother's fate.Unfulfilled wishes left me breathless.The ignorant and ignorant boy said with a little embarrassment. "Ok, I know." The footsteps in the dream were walking towards the porch, everything was over.The door was opened, there was a sound of locking outside the door, and my mother left. That night, Mom didn't come back! ? Instead, I went to the hospital with my father, just to confirm whether the lifeless body belonged to my mother.In the mourning hall, I seemed to be shocked by my tears, and cried all night at the same time! ?My head, as if turned into a warm sponge, tears kept oozing out.

(Mother……) I opened my eyes, my cheeks were still wet with cold tears as usual.I think, I should never be able to sleep again, right?Simply open your eyes to welcome the arrival of morning, it was another white morning.