We went for a visit to J’s former foster parents. And there she was. J’s younger sister. A small girl, dressed in light colored garments with frills. I stretched my arms to hold her. My arms ached. She felt so heavy. My arms felt weak. As if they were made of led. But I held on. In my dream I made an conscious effort to not drop her. Then, there she was, snuggled next to my body. I felt such joy in my dream. And all of a sudden she was light. So easy to hold. I was surprised she was there. I couldn’t believe the wait to hold her was over.