I had the dream again. The one about mom and dad...
The rain was lightly falling from darkened skies. Police lights and sirens blended in with the ambiance of the distant coming storm. A young Logan Youngblood is crying his eyes out in the arms of this older brother Markuss who is holding him tightly. Logan is trying to talk but can not form his words because of all the crying and sobbing. Though Markuss can make out just enough to know he is crying for his mother. But his mother can not come to him. Markuss kisses Logan on the forehead telling him,
"I got you little brother, you're safe with me."
I have this dream often. I remember every detail. Especially the warmth of my brother from the cold of the rain and the sirens and lights as the day was turning to night. And every time I wake up when lightning struck near by. But now after ten years something is bothering me. The man in the background with his head down and tears flowing from his eyes I thought all this time may have been my father looks a lot like this Arthur that has come to me.
Does he know me? Did he know my parents? My brother?
And as it turned out I was not the only one who lost their parents that day.
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