I’m in Fisterra, the end of the world as people knew it a couple thousands years ago. And I just woke up from my siesta, as people here have been doing for thousands of years. I don’t remember what the dream was about, but i woke up missing my mom and i felt like crying because reality dawned on me that i do not have a mother anymore.

Mom passed way 4 years ago. I didn’t feel sorry for me and my siblings when she passed. I didn’t feel her loss even. Her health and mind deteriorated and she didn’t really recognize me towards the end. I miss her now and then and regret not spending more time with her.

But nothing like now. I woke up with an intense realization that i will never be able to talk to Mom again. I have multiple mosquito bites from this albergue and i wanted to call Mom and tell her just that. I can already hear her concerned voice “răng rứa con”. But i will never hear her voice again. I don’t have anybody to tell of my little problems (i never told her of my big problems). I can no longer act like a child. Because i no longer have my Mom!