My dreams are about me talking to Mom. We are looking for some clothes and papers—what they’re for, I don’t remember, but I look down and someone looking through the slots in the floor with a flashlight in his hand. I don’t know who it is, but he follows us around the house. My mom keeps saying for me to hurry up, that we need to ready to leave when my dad gets there. Where we are going, I don’t know, but I try to follow my Mom’s voice. I look outside and it is night time. My mom seems to be happy to be talking to me and I feel calm inside of me.
