Dear Parent's Turn. Adam's Mother

As I opened the dusty old shutters in the hotel room, I could see in the distance the snowy mountains of Hellogas; white fluffy clouds were dancing on a sea of blue sky and the birds were singing piercingly as if they were trying to acquire my attention.

I looked carefully out of the window to see a white coffee pot hotel floating in the sky. A small child was holding a brown teddy bear and a red balloon. The child was waving, jumping and yelling “Hi Mum, look at me.” 

Was that really my son or was I dreaming?