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 house was still prominent.
We were all sitting around talking and laughing. I was not scared of your 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.
UPDATE 8/2026: I saw where your dad passed away. I am truly sorry about that. I wish I had got to know him better. Now, I know he was probably just teasing me, like fathers do with boys that are interested in their daughters. TBH, I was a little afraid of him, but I know he meant well and was looking out for you. I can't say I blame him. I would do the same thing if I had a daughter.
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