I had a dream last night bout having a little boy. I don't remember all of the details, but when I finally got to see him he was around eight. Long curly hair like your dads, tan skin, skinny, and little teeth like mine. Was it you little man? I remember in the dream laying on my side on a ledge, and beneath me was water and sand and people...the water was so many colors. It was bright and lovely. I wasn't scared of the height as the ledge crumbled underneath me. I wasn't afraid of falling because my little boy was there. I got up to find you, but I couldn't. I turned around and my lovely beach turned into a porch. Even in my dream my fantasy was gone. My heart hurts today.