I dreamt of my baby boy again. I don't know why that happens so often. We were in a store and I held him in my arms and he was an angel, blonde hair, maybe 2 years old, quiet and serious. I put him down to collect the stuff I bought but I couldn't stand not holding him so I picked him back up almost immediately although he didn't mind not being held at all. He didn't look like me. He never does.
7 years ago
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