Mum Visits Us

I am at my dads house in the back room. C. and L. are there. There are toys and mess on the floor, they are playing a game on the television. I am angry about something and stand in front of the television and yell at them. They tell me someone is here. It is mum in her pyjamas. She walks into the room. I step over the toys and mess to hug her. She feels cold. I ask her how long she is able to maintain a physical presence. She doesn’t answer. She looks very calm and content. I wish she hadn’t arrived just as I was yelling at C. and L..