Just an ordinary old weekend

Sometimes when I am sitting in certain cafes where I used to go to a lot during my mother's life... Sometimes I feel like she is still alive.. or my brain leads me to imagine that I am living one of those past days, as weird or crazy that is...

I am now sitting in a cafe near my old house, which I used to visit on the weekend during a period of time.. My imagination led me to believe that it is one of the regular old weekends, where I'd head back to my old house around 8 pm as I used to, my mother would be sitting in the living room, and my brother would have left to his house in another city... I almost want to try walking to the direction of my house after I leave, but that's just crazy..

Not that I miss my old house or miserable old life .. I used to feel a weight on my chest when I was in front of the door, everyday... but Idk why my brain plays such weird games with me...