[ WP ] It has been revealed the government controls your dreams . You have only ever dreamed about what has happened in your life .

`` You need to sit up straight or I'm going to embarrass you,'' the words slipped from my lips to her ears, gently reinforcing what I'm sure she should have remembered from my lessons on etiquette. I gave her sister a pointed look and she also straightened up from her slouched posture. A small smile of good humour bloomed on my lips and I could n't help but let out a little chuckle. I love being a mother. 
 
 `` And now, a word from Mr-'' the man on the podium continued to drone on and on about our special guest of the day, the bright lights above highlighted a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. Poor man, I know just how difficult and emotionally charged being up on that podium is, especially with an audience of this caliber. I snapped out of my thoughts as the crowd roared with approving applause and as a couple of groups starting chanting. The man gave the crowd a slight smile before he stepped aside. The crowd went wild as a man entered stage right and made his way toward the podium. I could feel my eyes dilate slightly from adoration as they followed his every movement. There he is, the one and only love of my life. Pride bloomed within my chest. 
 
 His hair used to be a solid black color, but now it was peppered with white from the stress. He now had more wrinkles on his face, a testament to how many times his job had pushed him to the breaking point. It did n't matter to me, really, my heart beat all the same for him since we meet all those years ago. I could only focus on the sight of him, I've already heard his speech one too many times, considering I helped him write it after all, and could probably deliver it as good as he, possibly even better if I may say so myself. 
 
 And suddenly we were making eye contact. I could feel the smile on my lips grow exponentially as one appeared on his. I could hear Sasha giggling at the obvious display of affection between us. The crowd was practically cooing also and I wanted to let out a laugh at the amount of pure joy I felt. It was just us in this moment, our failures, our successes, our struggles, our triumphs... how do kids say it nowadays? My A1 since day 1? Yes. That's right, my only one from day one. 
 
 I closed my eyes as the tears seemed to collect out of nowhere. This moment felt so pure to me, everything was just so perfect. I would never forget this moment for the rest of my life. 
 
 The first thing I noticed was the consistent beeping sound, almost like a heart monitor, and then followed by the shuffling of papers and scribbling of pens. The smell of anti-septic hit next and then the sounds of whispering and murmurs of low voices. 
 
 `` She seems to be reacting positively to the treatment; call him in.'' Someone grunted in understanding and the sound of foot steps on tile sounded before a door slid open somewhere. My eyes felt like they were sealed by rubber but I managed to peel them open, a grown escaping my lips as the lights above hit my retinas. A kind faced lady peered over her clipboard to shoot me a warm smile. 
 
 `` Good morning, how are you feeling today?'' Madeline. That's her name. The name was associated with her face, I'm sure of it, I do n't remember how but I know. I returned her smile and shifted my body slightly. 
 
 The pain that shot through my skull almost knocked me back out. The lights above seemed to start strobing, bright and intense like looking at the sun and blinking rapidly. I wanted to grab my head and scream but something was holding them down along with my feet. Everything was flashing, images, emotions, scents, sounds, the feelings of love and acceptance, fear, depression, relief... and then it was done. Just like that. 
 
 `` Mom! Mom!'' I could feel the film of cold sweat that had covered my body in the few seconds that had just passed. The pain was gone, thank God, and Malia was now staring down at me rather than Madeline. A frown found it's way to my face as my eyes traced the lines of worry and concern that had etched permanent marks onto her face. My baby was n't supposed to look like this, sad or burdened. My husband and I have worked too damn hard for her to need to worry about anything but her grades. 
 
 Speak of the devil, from over Malia'a shoulder I could see his concerned face. His laugh lines had gotten deeper, his skin more wrinkled. But his eyes, oh his eyes, they were still looking at me with so much love and everything was ok again. 
 
 `` Mr. President, her memories seem to be returning at a steady rate and her mind has been integrating them into her remaining memories exceptionally well. There has n't been any signs of the tumor returning. She might be able to regain all of her memories and motor functions by the end of the year if this treatment is coupled with physical rehab.'' I could see my baby nod his head in acknowledgment. 
 
 `` You do n't have to call me Mr. President anymore, that was a while ago. Please send someone for Sasha. She went to the cafeteria to grab some lunch.'' There was a sound of understanding and everyone else started to clear out of the room. 
 
 TBC...
