I was visiting you at your parent's house across from the park where we used to hang out. I could smell your perfume and the mix of smoke from the wood burning stove. The stale air of your hose was still prominent.
We were all sitting around talking and laughing. I was not scared of our dad like was back then. Your brother was there and so was my wife, but you were sitting on my knee, and I had my hand between your legs, just inches from paradise.
That was the entire dream, but I have noticed all the cars at your parent's house. One time I think I even saw you outside. I am assuming there is an illness in the family or something. I hope not, though. I hope everything is alright and you are living our best life.
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