am i dreaming
One True Thing
“I love you, Ellen” she said. “I love you, too, Mama.” “I’ve always known it,” she said, and she smiled, the old smile, so warm and full that it was like the moon laid on its side. It was in her eyes, too, and her whole face, so that all the devastation of the last six months fell before it, her whole soul shining out at me.