Kiddo

The boy. The soul in my dream - was a son to me. In my dream, I even thought him how to pee. Like my father used to do when I was little. I had rich memories of my childhood. Like the one I had with my father that day outside our house near the beach that windy afternoon of August .

So here we are holding and pointing each of our own life's 'arsenal'; aiming at something good to pee about. Yep! Hehehe! "There you go!", I said to him. There is a good one to aim at! So that, it forms bubble on the ground as the annoyed gnats just plea their way out of it. He giggled! And giggled! And I smiled a sweet pain. The best laughter I could hear in my entire life. We were playing with the device of God that connects our separate existence. The same laughter I hear from my children later on - but could hardly recognize it.

I can see his over joy now that I can see his tear crawled his face when I told him that it's going to happen not just once but twice or maybe thrice. And yet. Something would be missing because they would grow without me - at least for a while. I was going to be sent away to fight a battle of life. A battle of my own. A battle of today. I was going to fight a war that has to be won no matter what. I was going away for a while - and make a life for all of us - including his. Somehow, out of dimension, there was going to be a law that what you sow in your current life will be sowed backside of your existence, way into the past. And the future you make is... but an apple pie to be shared.

In my dream was a boy, faithful to his future. A moment came the farewell, not understandably the saddest farewell ever. My regret was that I've forgotten to tell him of our endeavors together to coup up life in a bullying world. But then I realized, I was him and I created my own existence.