In a dream last night, I stood watching myself as a child, when I was three or four. My mother, grandmother and sister were there, too, but they could not see me. They were all encouraging me, or rather, taunting me to say or do some sort of act that they thought cute; but, the younger-me had grown weary of being on the spotlight and was visibly aggravated. I tried to encourage my younger-self. I did not speak aloud, but I knew my younger-self understood.
But now, upon waking, I'm not sure I understand. Something in their actions haunt me.
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