I was running. I was back in the field, running through the knee-high grass. It was daybreak, and as I ran, the world seemed to rotate. I felt as if I were running right towards the large, glowing sun.
There, on the horizon, stood my father, his silhouette lit by the sun. His arms were opened wide, waiting to embrace me. I could not make out his features, but I did know that he was grinning, waiting to embrace me. If only I ran faster.
I ran for all I had, but no matter how fast I went, he kept getting farther.
I was not surprised. This was how the dream always went. A part of me knew this even as I dreamt it.
But this time, something happened. This time, suddenly, I gained ground. He was actually getting closer.
As I ran closer to him 50 yards, then 20, then 10, for the first time, I
