I heard my father’s voice in the haze of my dream.

"Elaine, let’s go stargazing tonight. I’ll count the stars with you."

"Elaine, be a good girl and eat your medicine, alright?"

"Elaine…"

"Mom! Dad!" I cried, reaching out desperately, but my arms felt pinned down.

Someone was calling my name. The voice grew louder, clearer. "Elaine. Elaine, wake up… Wake up…"

I felt warmth on my face—a hand cupping my cheeks. Slowly, I opened my eyes and ...