**"If you were still a child and got lost, what would you do

Last night, I met my dad again in a dream. It began with fear. A snake, the darkness, and two cats that somehow protected me. But as the dream went on, the fear quietly disappeared. Suddenly, we were having dinner like we used to. Mom was preparing the table, and I reached for a slice of buko pie. Without thinking, I smiled and said, "Dad's buko pie is still the best." Then he looked at me and asked, "If you were still a child and got lost, what would you do?" I thought for a while before answering, "I'd ask an adult for help." He smiled. I can't remember what he said next, but I remember exactly how it made me feel. Warm. Safe. Like home. Maybe some dreams aren't meant to be remembered word for word. Maybe they're simply heaven's way of reminding us that love never really leaves it just finds another way to reach us. 🤍