I had a dream last night of my daughter. It was one of many that I have of me and my daughter’s reunion. I always see myself getting out of prison and she’s right there waiting for me in the parking lot. I always think of the hugs and kisses but, in reality as it is the awkwardness is always there even in my dreams. As time goes by it seems I barely know my daughter. I lose a lot of sleep just thinking about her. It’s crazy, when I went to ?????? the first time. I would write letters to her and the imaginary family that I had.