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chillibeani826
Geraldine Taylor
United States, Illinois, Warrensburg

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My Dream

I dreamt I was walking along the beach one night and I felt as if someone was walking behind me. I turned around and looked and there was my mother. She came up beside me and she was so beautiful. I told her I was lonely and depressed and I missed her very much. She told me not to miss her because she was always with me. I told her I can’t see her so how can she be with me? She told me to trust in her that she was there. I told her that I wanted her to hold me like she did when I was little. She told me someday that will happen again. Then I felt a light brush on my shoulder and I turned and there stood my father. He came up on the other side of me and there I was in the middle, just like I was when I was a little girl. I told him the same thing that I was lonely and depressed and he told me don’t be that they would always be there. They were there rather I needed them or not, they would never leave me. Memories started flooding through my head of when I was a little girl The picnics in the park, the fairs, them taking us fishing, and all the fun things that we did. As the memories flowed a mist rolled across the ocean. I looked and they were gone. I turn and ran back to the spot where I last seen them but they were not there I started to cry and I felt a brush against my face. I looked up and my mother was standing there she told me I am never alone and told me not to cry all I had to do was remember her then she faded off into the mist and I felt as if I had an eyes opening experience. I looked down and there on the beach laid a prettiest white feather, as white as the newly laid snow. I knew then that I had just been visited by my parents angel. I knew that I would have dreams like this again and I look forward to that day.

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