The next morning, I was up before anybody. It was holiday, so, mom would not be going to work. I was up before 5am, because I was troubled. Despite that I was troubled, something made me feel a bit good. Someone had kissed my forehead, in my dream. When I woke up, I could feel the wetness on my forehead. It must have been Robin or so I thought. The good feeling was temporal, and before I knew it, I had begun to think about what troubled me.

Mom had told me the previous night that ...