Yesterday my oldest son slept at a friend's house. And even though the mom is a friend I know and trust, I had a dream last night that my boy was taken away on the back of someone's motorcycle, and then sold for slavery. Sorry this next part is so disgusting, but when I learned what happened to him, I screamed and screamed and screamed until my mouth filled with pus.
*sigh*
There should be a word stronger than love for the way we feel about our kids.
2 comments:
OH man. This dream gave me cold chills. Can't even imagine, Ellen.
Hi Kim and Myf. If this was the dream I had when I knew he was safe, can you imagine if I was really scared? Yikes.
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