Thanks so much, Libby. I appreciate you reading this. Yeah, it was pretty awful. It wasn't just the dream - it was the horrible feeling I couldn't shake while I was getting dressed. I'll never forget it.

The girls' parents died a few years ago, leaving their younger sister (who nearly died in the car accident, along with their mother) and younger brother as the two remaining members of their lovely family.

They were such beautiful souls - the parents (well, all of them). Absolutely kind to the centers of their souls. I wrote about them in my memoir, the first three chapters of which are broken into several sections in one of my lists here.

These two lovely parents showed me what a home and family should feel like. They treated me as though they actually liked me. I was so desperately scared and lonely at home, and felt so shameful and unimportant - unnecessary. Unwanted, is probably more accurate. But not at their house. I so wanted to live there. They obviously adored children.

Sending a big hug, Libby. Thanks for reading this, and for your kind message 💜