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MOTHERS

It’s Never Too Late

Mother: I know we haven’t spoken in over fifteen years, but before I leave this earth, I need to tell you that you’re going to be in my last 7 minutes.

Son: Last 7 minutes? Mom, please stop talking like that. You’re not going anywhere. I’m here now. That’s what matters. Please rest.

Mother: There is no rest for me until I tell you that, after death, the human brain is supposed to keep functioning for 7 minutes, replaying favorite memories. We lost so many years to estrangement, but as long as I know I’ll have 7 more minutes with you, I’m at peace. I’ll see you on the other side, my love.

Son: Mom? Wake up! Please don’t go!