I had crazy dreams that night. It started with dreams of my birth mother. She was sitting in a rocking chair holding me. I could see the golden hair on my head. I couldn't have been more than a few months old. She had brown hair but when the sunlight shone on her, it highlighted the gold undertone. She was rocking me, singing a song as I slept peacefully in her arms. She looked down at me and smiled before looking out the window. I could see the pain in her eyes as she stared longingly out the window. A single tear slipped down her face and I saw her mouth move as a name was whispered.
"Patrick."
I jolted awake. I felt hot and uncomfortable. I got up and went to the bathroom. My stomach was doing backflips. I splashed some cool water on my face and took some deep breaths. It helped, but
