I am not sure, why I had that wired dream. Was it due to slightly drunken feelings or my random thoughts and worries!?
We were all there again, in grandparents old house...all of us, and a baby, which can't remember was it Shaya or baby Milad, got measles, me and Jila were holding him, we were immune, and the baby was crying...had spots!
Dad was upset with us, and, garndma, she was cooking....food for all of us,....! I can't remember, all the details now, but I do remember that the nurse was there...Holding my dad's hand, and crying to us...that we don't care...so she cares! I was angry...annoyed! Why dad didn't say any thing!???
We were wrong ...we didn't catch measles as kids...