I dreamed about her before she was born. While living in Virginia, I was going through some rough times, and at one of my lowest points, when I didn’t think I could handle the stress anymore, I dreamt of a beautiful little girl playing in a field. I was flying overhead, hovering over the field. The girl had long, light brown hair and I knew she was my daughter. The geography of the place in my dream was different from Virginia, so I figured we must have moved to a different place – one where everything was really lush and green. That dream came to me about five years before she was born and lifted my spirits at a time when I felt beaten down…it was a moment of renewal. Atsehisodiyi
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