Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

expressions in rapid succession—confusion, disbelief, dismissal, then anger.

“What are you talking about?” he said, forcing a laugh that sounded hollow. “Maya, you’re being dramatic. Come on.”

“Not dramatic,” I said calmly. “Just mature. Exactly like you asked.”

I turned to address the crowd of people who had gathered on the balcony and in the doorway.continue reading …