I had a dream...Where I had a wife in afganistan, I was kissing her, his smile shining.
Where my daughter arrived with her girlfriend, holding their hands, the two of them, laughing.
Where my best friend feeling well with his new body was telling me how well his parents accepted him.
Where my black cousin was talking to me about his new job in this big company, director marketing.
Where I said goodbye to my sister and let her go alone in the night without bad feelings.
Then I woke up.
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