Deana laughed, “Where was your dream?”

Zara smiled and said: “In my dream, it seemed to be by the river where I liked to fly kites when I was a kid.”

Zara continued, “It was a strange dream, it seemed like the kind I had as a little girl, but I really didn’t mind it.”

Deana nodded: “What’s weird about this is that as the dreamer, you’re heavily invested in these kinds of violent dreams, but you feel absurd when you wake up.”

She then sighed softly, “Hey…in my life, I don’t know how many ridiculous and absurd dreams I’ve had.

I dreamt that the dead were still alive, and that my life was vastly different… ”

Zara looked at Deana and saw the regret that could never be erased on her face.

She couldn’t help asking, “Mom, do you regret marrying my dad?”

Deana was astonished, but smiled bitterly and said, “If you’d asked me when I was your age, knowing that marrying the man I did would be accompanied by a lifelong unwillingness, then no, I wouldn’t marry him.

But who I was then, and who I am are not the same person.

asks me if

eyes rimmed in red, she understood the meaning of her

marrying her father would be regrettable; because of herself and her brother, her mother had no

only regret was that her true love was

said, “Mom…thank

“Silly girl, what are you thanking me

eyes, and said seriously, “You are not me, but the same

your other half in the future, don’t

and short, fat and

only

the future you must choose the right one and

said earnestly: “Mom, I

this moment, the doorbell rang

should be the

I’ll get the door.”

opening it with

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