Second, Mom said that all of my nightmares are signs and that if I keep having them I have to go to a special place. She won't explain any more to me. Her answer every time I ask where, is that the less I know the better. I wonder if Dad would tell me...
When I was younger Dad always told me I was special, or even kind of different. I never understood... I was always curious and wondering about what Dad had said. Especially since he left. Ever since then I have been wondering where he went, where he is, why he didn't tell me, and the daily question I ask myself, is he still alive?
Every now and then I try and ask Mom these questions that are always eating away at my head. Her response is always something like, we do not talk about him anymore, or this is not a good topic for your little ears. I try to tell her I am thirteen and can handle lots of things, I mean I have nightmares that seem like things most thirteen year olds can't handle. For the past few years, ever since I started having these dreams, Mom has been especially strict when it comes to talking about Dad.
