My dreams are of having lost something.
Someone has taken my baby – Eric – away. I know that I adopted him, but we had bonded and I was his mother. He would feel abandoned and I wanted him back. I was angry with the women who took him away. But I also knew that I was up against a wall, and that my ranting would get me nowhere. I was not going to get him back, and I had to find a way to live with this pain and loss.