Tara’s POV
I still dream of them all. And I never want to wake up, ever. Awake is too difficult. Reality is too harsh. My life is devoid of all hope.
Then my dream becomes annoying. I want to play with my children, and I am sitting on a park bench in the shade next to a sunny playground. My parents should arrive with them at any moment. In the meantime I am surrounded by hundreds of other children, some of whom begin poking and prodding at me.
“Why won’t you play with us?” An olive skinned girl with a long dark ponytail asks.
“We want to play!” A boy with curly blond hair says as he shoves at me harder than the rest of the children. “Your babies aren’t coming back, so come and play with me!”
“Leave me alone!” I shout out loud, waking myself in the process. Only to find that
