I was relieved to meet the Supreme God in my dream. I felt like my chest became lighter, though I'm still grieving. I accepted and faced reality faster with his help.
"My dear, welcome back! How was your talk with Father?" my mother asked in a calm and warm tone.
"He should have let her rest first before summoning her," my father sighed in a low voice.
"You're right, but I believe He's just worried about her. She's His beloved granddaughter after all," she replied with a saddened tone despite her smile.
"My dear, are you still tired? Are you hungry? Would you like some water?" Dylan asked with worry.
"I'm well rested, and I don't feel hungry as of the moment." I chuckled and smiled miserably with teary eyes.
"My dear..." he mumbled in worry.
"I'm all right because she'll be alright somewhere. I just need a little more time," I responded with tears in my eyes.