I dreamed about my little angel last night. I wasn’t able to be with her during the time she was sick, but in this dream it seems that I am. It was a very sad scene because I’m looking at her so sick that she’s almost lifeless. At one instance I just sat on a corner and cried. My tears went out so carelessly that it seems not a dream. I woke up this morning feeling that it wasn’t a dream after all.
Anne Sherina 