Alvin cared for his son.
He begged me to go downstairs to the kitchen and bring up some warm milkI shook my head, running out of the room
I made the warm milk_ as I moved to the direction of the room, when I overheard Alvin questioning our sonAlvin says"Son, did you perhaps have a nightmare?".
"Yes dad, it wasn't just a nightmare, but It felt so real,"Ian's voice got so weak as he explained to her dadI too got worried listening by the door
"Okay, what was the dream about,?"Alvin commented.
I didn't hear Ian's voice for like five minutes before hearing him speak up again"It was about mom,". He tells
"What about her?". Alvin asked.
"I had a dream that she died, someone killed her,". . Ian tells his father.The glass of milk in my hand almost fell off, after my son spoke
