C30 AWOL

"Why are your eyes swollen?" my mother inquired as I walked down the stairs. I ran up to her and hugged her tightly, which surprised her. "Mom, I had a sad dream," I said as if I were a child. "Do you want to talk about that?" she inquired gently. We were both wandering slowly into the woods a few minutes later to get some fresh air.

"Why do you appear to be crying?" mother kindly inquired