‘I love you, I’ll see you Sunday,’ were the last words I heard her speakand yet it is roughly nine years later and she hasn’t shown.Instead she is floating effortlessly across the Earth marveling at everything she didn’t get to see with her beautiful blue eyes.The Earth continues to turn, people continue to move and move and move andI can’t move.I am paralyzed and I am 7 years old waking up in a cold sweat screaming for my mother.Screaming for my father to bring her back and to tell me what I did wrong.To tell me that it is almost Sunday and you’ll see her soon and she will embrace you in a motherly hug that will fix all worry, doubt, and pain.You can look into her deep blue eyes and tell her that you love her.That you don’t know what you would do without her.That she is your best friend.That you’d do anything to have her back.Then it is nine years later and I continue to lie in my bed, still, silent. Almost a decade and I still wake up screaming for my mother, just as I did when I was a child having nightmares.I am no longer a child but the nightmares have returned from the back of my mind.The nightmares have appeared in front of me, every single day for the past nine years.and Mommy can’t make them go away.and Daddy can’t tell me where she went because he isn’t sure.So I am left alone in my bed, waking up to cold sweat making me shiver.Staying awake so I don’t have to face the monsters in my mind.Pushing through every second of the day wondering if I will ever see my mother again.and yet, the worst part isn’t waking up every morning.It isn’t facing fears, or wondering why.The worst part isthat Sunday never comes.