Don't give up hope

The other night Julie had a dream. She dreamt she was walking down this long corridor, it was dark and the wind was blowing. The windows were wide open and the curtains were moving vicurously as the wind blew. She didn't know where she was, but she carried on walking as she heard a voice, not just any voice, but that of a little girl. The little girl was crying and kept on calling out to Julie. She kept on walking, but every time she thought she got closer to the door she felt she moved further away. She eventually got to the door, it was a heavy oak door and on the door was carved 'Hope'. The door had a silver door knob. She turned it slowly expecting to find nothing, but as the door opened there before her very eyes stood a little girl with green eyes and black curly hair. She smiled up at Julie and held her arms up to be picked up. Julie felt like a force was drawing her closer to this little girl and she picked up the child. Her heart felt warm and happy as she held this little girl close to her. She felt all her love go towards this child and all her passion to love this child even stronger. She felt a tear come down her face and then the child looked up into her eyes and wiped a tear and said 'Mommy don't cry, don't give up hope.' She drew her daughter close to her and felt as that little girl disappeared in her arms and all she was holding was air.

Julie did not know what to think of this dream. Could have just been a dream for her longing for a daughter? Could it be that maybe she some day will have a daughter? But deep down in Julie's heart she felt that there was not going to be that opportunity, she was not going to have that little girl she always dreamt of. The factory was closed her husband said, so thinking that a 3rd might be a possibility is out of the question. Julie loves her boys to bits, but even though she loves them, she has this yearning, nagging heart for a girl. Some women are so lucky as they get what they want, but poor Julie tried for her girl and disappointment filled her when she found out that it was a boy. Even deep down inside she knew it was a boy, she had hoped and hoped that she'd have her little girl. She has come to peace with not ever having a little girl, but ever since this dream she has become unsure of what to make of it. Dreams do they mean something? Are dream's meant to be? Dreams, dreams, dreams. They tell you one thing, but then life gives you the opposite.