Talk now…not in dreams..

“Why have you left this tea? Drink it. You know each penny counts. Don’t waste stuff.” He rebuked me again. Wearing his pajamas and his comfy, faded old shirt, he started to open the front door of the home. I asked him, “Where are you going at this hour? It’s midnight.” He said with a smile, “The weather is quite good outside. I will take a stroll and come back.”

I woke up. It was dream, just a dream of my father who left this world 4 months ago. The dream was vivid yet when I woke up I realized I won’t be talking to him ever again, watch him ever again, get rebuked by him ever again. He has gone for a long stroll and will never come back again. Talk to your loved ones as much as you can, as you never know when the conversation might only be in dreams…

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