I had a dream

... last night, and I woke up with tears streaming down my cheeks. The images are vague, all I can remember is I was abandoned. Something happened to Johnnie, so I moved back home with Mother, but she found herself another man, and left me. It's not the part that she found a man that haunted me. But, obviously, the part that she left me, as if I was nothing if my brother no longer exists. Crazy, huh? I wonder why I still dream of these things when they don't occupy my mind these days.