“Some things can not be explained. Sometimes, logic and reason, do not apply. I did, for seven years dream of a little girl in a purple dress. As did my wife. My gift passed to her through our bond. We named her. We knew. One day she would be with us. In my dreams she was always seven. Always. I asked her once why, and she just giggled. When she was close, my wife and I knew she was coming. We got her gifts, little outfits, toys. I painted and prepared her little room. In what was one of the most beautiful moments of my life, my wife told me Anaya is with us, I'm pregnant. I lost them all seven days later. I still see her. Still dream of her. Still always seven. Yet now, I know why. She knew. Seven years. Seven Days. Seven.”
