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I dreamt about my mother.
When I try to remember my mother, I almost can….
In the dream, I remembered, but now I can't remember the dream.
When Nyssa speaks fondly of her stepmother, when Tegan complains about her mum, I feel such sadness, such longing, but for what?
Nyssa asked me if I'd even recognize my mother, or she me, because we've regenerated. I wonder! Have my mother and I unknowingly crossed paths? Could she know me without my knowing her?
When I imagine meeting her but remaining unacknowledged, I'm unsure whether what I feel is comfort or dread.