Last night, I dreamed about Bridgette. (You'll have to read the poem about her for this post to make sense.) I was at her grandma's farmhouse, and was so surprised to see Esther (that's the grandma's name) still in there. We talked for a while, and I went into the kitchen with the others (no idea who they were). But soon I slipped off to talk to Esther again, alone. We talked for a moment about shallow things... and then she asked me if I had a question for her. I felt ackward, afraid to ask what was really on my mind.
But she knew. "What happened to her (Bridgette)?" she said sadly, and then answered her own question. She said that the teenage years were so hard... all that had happened.
And then I woke up, feeling so sad. Please say a prayer for Bridgette today. She's 2 hours away from me, floating around a city where no one cares about her... no idea how I could find her even if I tried.
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