As Mrs. Brown wiped away her own tears, Tiffany lifted herself from the couch with her own clear, crisp yet, refreshing tears, and embraced her as if it was reunion of friends that hadn’t seen one another in years. Without uttering one syllable she knew Tiffany was thanking her for helping her through the roughest part of her journey. Before releasing her out of her arms, Tiffany whispered softly through her own cracking voice and river of cleansing tears, “Thank you, I truly love you.”
And with sincerity in her voice that Tiffany could hear and feel she said, “I love you too.”
Epilogue
A year had passed, Tiffany’s business was booming and her family was better than ever. They had seemed to find a new love and respect for her as she had for them as well. She had found a way to communicate with her mom when she wanted to without allowing her emotions to take over. Her adopted little sister, Ang, had defeated all odds and was walking and living life like she never had before. Her sessions with Mrs. Brown had now become just check-ins once every other month. Life had become an abundance of happiness and peace. Tiffany had just been asked to plan a party for the Mayor which was a huge stepping stone to grow her business beyond what it was already.
As she was preparing for her meeting the following day, she decided to turn in early as she had a long yet fulfilling day in front of her. Although the past year had proven to be the best of her life, she still experienced moments in which her faith was tested and she expected that. Her dreams were at minimal, but yet, she still experienced the reoccurring one every so often, so before bed this night, she decided to take a sleeping pill so that she would be well rested. As usual, it only took her a short time to fall into a deep sleep, but not shortly after, she was back on that same couch watching that same scene. This time, it would prove to be the one that answered so many questions. No different than any other time, she was prepping to take her stroll to the unknown house. After finishing, they walked out the door with the cross over the top of it and started their short journey to their destination.
Once they reached the old raggedy fence, the young girl, who now appeared to be a young adult, walked past the now older female companion and up to the door, knocked and waited for it to be opened. The rough hand of the older male figure reached out for her hand to greet her. She reached out to take hold of it, as she always did, but this time, she stopped suddenly and did something she had never done in the dream; and the woman followed suit. They both made an about-face in military fashion and their faces became clear as crystal.
Tiffany sat straight up in bed in a full-on panic attack, shaking and crying while sweat poured from her body. Chris jumped up out of his sleep dazed and confused but ready to comfort his wife. Tiffany was still crying as he pulled her close and searched her face. She tried to speak but had no words. In a tone full of worry and concern, Chris asked, “What
is it Tiff? What happened? Tell me baby.” After what seemed like an eternity, she was finally able to utter in a terrified and trembling voice, “It’s me… it was me and Mommy!!”
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