My Mom is pale and somehow restless and then she says to me:
«I want to go home.»
Where is her home?
Is home where heaven is?
She get’s quiet.
I hold her hand and even now she calls:
«Hallo, hallo, hallo!»
Who is she calling to?
I don’t know.
The only thing I can do is to be with here and hold her hand.
Why are her hands so cold?
They give her a blanket over her and also over her hand.
She is tired and I live her, so she can rest before dinner.
