We left the hospital and drove straight to Saint Michael's church. The atmosphere in the car was quite, but my mind was far from calm. I couldn't stop replaying the dream I had about Ruth two years ago. It lingered in my thoughts like an unsettling shadow.
How will I ever tell Uncle James about this dream? I thought. Ruth looks so cute and innocent, and I know no one would believe me if I share what I saw. Maybe Grandma Ama would have, but she's gone now. I sighed, the memory of the dream now giving me a headache.
"Anaya…. Anaya!
I felt a hand on my shoulder and snapped out of my reverie. Uncle James was looking at me with worry evident on his face.
" I've been calling you, but it seems you're deep in thought. Mind sharing what's on your mind? "He asked smiling.
I quickly averted my eyes, avoiding his gaze. I mustn't tell him about this dream. I kept it from Grandma Ama to avoid conflict, and I'll do same with him.
Realizing I hadn't answered him yet, I scarambled for words. To divert his attention, I decided to ask a question instead.