Last night I had a beautiful dream about
my grandfather Antonio. He died two months before I was born, so I didn’t know
him. My parents are always talking about ‘The grandpa Antonio’ and I really
wanted to know him.
In
the dream, I asked him what things he enjoyed doing most, and he answered that
he enjoyed being in the field a lot, with the cheerful nature and the songbirds. After that I
asked him for a happy moment in his lifetime that he remembered and he said:
‘the happiest day of my life was the day I learned to speak!’ then he laughed
and he said that it was a joke, he couldn’t remember it! He told me that the
happiest day of his life was the day my father was born.
I asked him another
question about why he didn’t like the sea’s waves (my parents always said
that), and he answered that it was because when he was a child, he dropped his favourite clock next to the water and the waves took it.
Finally I gave him a big
hug and he said: ‘I am very proud of you’. It was the best dream that I have ever
had.
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