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She was sad not knowing where her mom’s mind was taking her

sad how sometimes she’d be lost to her a while…

but happy every now and then,…when she’d turn to her and smile.

for in those fleeting moments

moments of surprise 

she saw the glow return to her mother’s face

and the sparkle to her eyes…

And she would relish in those moments

savor every second when….

for even the briefest flash…

she was her mom again.