Dreams of my mother I could hear the mild voice of my mother pointing the moral of my vision, and stimulating me to aspire, and to teach others to aspire. Story in Caption Dreams of my mother I could hear the mild voice of my Mother pointing the moral of my vision, and stimulating me to aspire, and to teach others to aspire. But why did you slap me mom, I was startled as I had hoped of getting a big hug and a lot of praises as I gifted her that Mont Blanc pen I knew she had always aspired and dreamt of. It was perchance that I stumbled across that wallet containing a wad of notes some credit cards and a pic of a man with probably his wife and daughter. Never having received a pocket money as my mother was raising me alone by doing odd jobs. My mother had a passion of writing and often her poems were published in newspapers and magazines.
