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My mother died eight years ago. Since a few days I started to dream about her. This time, I was back in the house where I lived as a child. We had a little shop. It was in the middle of the night. I stepped out of bed, went down to the shop, because I knew my mother would be there, in case some clients still needed some beer. I wanted to replace her, so she could go to bed. I found her on a little chair, in her nightgown. We talked a bit, till I discovered that it was almost dawn. So I understood that she had sat there all night. I was shocked and immediately commanded her to go to sleep. I felt an enormous pity for her, having such a poor life. I was angry, but she said, robert you know, in two years your father will stop working and I can enjoy life. I felt that we both knew that it was too late then. I was angry because of her dedication to this role of being a victim of life. At that moment I loved her so much and I hated to feel so much pity for her.

Than I woke up.