I got to hug my mom for the first time ever. I don't know how..it doesn't make sense if they're ghosts that we can touch them, but I don't think I care. I was starting to forget her. I thought I was gonna lose my memory of her because I couldn't remember what she was like. But she was here. I think...maybe it was really her. She didn't hurt me, she was proud of me. Isn't that what moms are like?