That little girl in my dream wasn’t instead of you not having your son. That little girl was our little girl. She was our daughter. It took me a minute to figure out, but I did. I can’t believe it. The crazy thing was that she looked so much like me with your complexion. She was beautiful. She reminded me much of when I was a child. Why did I not see that before?
Not sure if this was a sign. But either way I’m listening. Who knows.
Writing here has helped. Although I may not be able to ever speak you again.