Leaving Atlanta. In the dream my mother came for me just as my father moved into my room, dumped my things from my suitcase so he could use it, and put folks to work on a buffet lunch for his new young bride. When my mother arrived it was a surprise. She was the happiest I've ever seen her. She walked in, hugged me, said: are you ready? Okay then let's go! And led me down the hall away from my father's family. I looked for my bags, I apologized to my cousin for leaving her. She shrugged, looked uninterested. My mother said leave them don't worry. Let's you and I go. I've come for you.
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