I am in a large sports stadium, watching a game of football. I seem to be the only person in the stands. I look to the sideline and see a group of dwarfs dressed in bright colours running onto the pitch. Joy shines from their faces, and laughter fills the air. The men run to meet them, and they all begin to play. Some of the men pick up the dwarfs: one man puts a dwarf under his arm, another man puts one on his shoulders, yet another man swings one by his arms. Everyone is smiling and laughing, like fathers and children playing together.

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I wake up from this dream, laughing, with joy welling up in my heart. This joy… It feels childlike—innocent, trusting, and undisguised. I sense that it is a child part of me bursting into my being. And the adult part of me is here, fully accepting him, embracing him, loving him. Inside, it feels like the happy boy is playing with his loving father—the father who was never there.