After eating our meal, we always stay and chat for a bit.

“Father, I had a dream about my mother again.”

“That is wonderful, Jill. I often dream of your mother as well. Just not as much as you have. What did she tell you this time?” he asks.

Hearing me out, father never rejects speaking to me about her. He understands what we all have gone through and supports me. Even if it is to talk about a simple dream. It means so much to me. Without my father, I would not have anyone to speak with besides the fairies. I do value these conversations so much. Mother taught me good communication is essential to our daily lives. Especially within the family.

“Mum told me that she loves us and to not give up. Also, that one day we would all be together again.”

“Yes, Jill. I strongly believe that too,” he responds.

“Father, Mum looked so beautiful. I felt her hold me in her arms as she would before when I was younger. I miss her.”

Father stays quiet for a bit.

“Mum also said that she loves us and woul