I dream about it often, the day it comes, “she’s gone”. I’ll wake up in tears. As I wipe them away, I tell myself “It’s not real, Tia, it’s just a dream.” But one day, one day it won’t be.

I dream about it often, the day it comes, “she’s gone”. I’ll wake up in tears. As I wipe them away, I tell myself “It’s not real, Tia, it’s just a dream.” But one day, one day it won’t be.