“Hey princess," I opened my eyes to find my dad standing above me, "sleep well?"
"Poppa?" I asked, my voice cracking. He held out his large hand and pulled me to my feet. We were standing on a beach with fog surrounding us. I could barely see the water.
"I know everything is not clear yet," my dad said as he pulled me in for a hug, "and I'm sorry about that. Everything will come to light if you give it enough time."
"I don't know what to do," I told him with tears falling down my face, "they said that everything I thought I knew was a lie. Do they speak the truth? Should I listen to them? Poppa, just tell me what to do."
"Princess," he said with a chuckle, "only you can answer those questions. You'll know what to do when the time comes. Everything becomes clear in time. Remember that,
