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  • Dream
    Once I had a dream - a dream that I have always thought a very significant one. One with a message.

    I was standing at the kitchen stove, my youngest child in a sling, sleeping quietly at my bosom, and I was wondering what to make for dinner. I was very sad. Every cupboard was empty, except I had some grains of rice.
    I felt my life slipping away. All I had was a package of basmatic-rice.
    Then, one of my sons suddenly stood by my side. He opened his mouth to tell me something special, something extremely important. As he spoke to me - in his mouth appeared an orange, which landed in my palm. I cut it down and put it in the pan. He kept on talking and instead of words exotic fruits and greens kept on coming out of his mouth. I had trouble catching all the fruits and greens coming out of his mouth and putting it into my pan.
    But - there - as he kept on talking - a nice dinner was waiting for us.
    When I woke up - remembering my dream - I felt secure. I was sure he would manage, somehow. And I was happy.
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