My father was in my dreams last night.
Around my children.
I kept screaming at him to go away.
He would not.
My kids were young- Jake barely two, Zach four and Ben six.
He wanted to help change Jake’s diapers. He tried to grab Zach to bounce him on his lap.
Ben kept running away.
I threw things at him. I was trying to get the kids ready for school. I was trying to get them away. Everywhere I turned, he was there. Talking about horrible things.
I didn’t know where Ben was. I grabbed Zachary and Jake and tried to run. They were so heavy. I could not find Ben. The school bus was coming. Was he in the road?
My father reached for me. In an instant, I was too small to fight back.
I want it all to be over.