A sad smile spread across his face. Kazi kneeled down to her. Her cheeks were without wrinkles and her complexion was dark and healthy. "You look…so young."
Maa didn't answer, simply focusing her efforts on breathing. She wasn't looking at him. Did she not see him? He was right here.
Kazi caressed his mother's cheek, only to feel nothing. "So this is a memory…" he muttered. "I knew it. But it couldn't be when—"
"Kazi…"
He froze. There was no way. His presence was invisible to her. Maa didn't know her adult son was here. No, her love was for the baby growing inside her. She was pregnant…with him. She looked so tired and everything was so miserable yet she managed to look happy anyway. Her hair was a mess and sweat dripped down her face. It was a post-term pregnancy and her body was doing everything it could to protect…him.
"Just die already…" he muttered, fingers curling into a fist. "You should have just died here, Kazi."
