I’ve been waiting to have a dream about my dad for months now. Almost every night I say a little prayer and hope that he’ll be there. Well, last night I didn’t say the prayer but he showed up and was it ever an odd choice!
I was younger (maybe around 7) and I was with my mom. We were going to an apartment near Reading, PA. I didn’t know why until we got there. My mom took me inside and there was my dad! I was happy to see him at first. Then my mom & dad started arguing about something - another woman or something, I’m still not too sure. I knew my mom was upset and that made me angry at my dad. Then we left. Of all the inane things to think about I remember thinking how it must be cheaper for my mom and dad to live in separate places. I don’t know why I thought that.
Next thing I know I’m in the parking lot behind this apartment and I see my half-brother, Brian back up to their back kitchen door with a truck. The next view I have is from inside their apartment. The truck is a freezer truck and it’s full of groceries. I was angry at him for helping my dad live in a separate place.
Weird, huh? All this time and this is what I get!
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