Dream


 

 

Last night I dreamt that I was in a dinner with my wife’s grandparents.  It was just the three of us.  Her grandfather and I were on one side of a booth, her grandmother on the other.  There was a TV overhead.  They were playing a news story about bullying disabled children.  Jenn’s grandmother kicked her grandfather under the table and gave him a knowing nod.  I was crying silently.

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