Dreams were not something I usually remembered in the morning, but recently I’d started having vivid ones about my son. One Saturday morning I woke from yet another, rubbing my eyes in confusion. What did the dreams mean?
It wasn’t surprising that my son Chad would be on my mind. He had recently undergone brain surgery to remove a tumor. Doctors were optimistic, but a mother can’t help but worry. Chad was married, with two beautiful children. They needed him. We all needed him.
The strange thing was, Chad wasn’t the son I was dreaming about. I was dreaming about his elder brother, my first child, whom I’d never even seen.
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