When I was a little girl being raised by an abusive mother , I started wondering about my own children and if I'd be a good mother to them. It was my biggest concern. Not school , not sports , not clothes , how I'd raise my own children when I became a mother someday. And then the visions started. The visions of this baby girl. She was beautiful. I saw her everywhere and and I felt such comfort , like I knew her and loved her.
Then it became a nightmare.
Every time I talked about this baby , I was silenced and told to stop talking , she doesn't exist , they'll throw me in the crazy hospital if I ever mention her again. I never really stopped talking about her and no matter how much I clamied that she was my daughter , nobody would believe me. I even knew her name. for this story , I'm going to say her name was bree.
Bree was presented to me like found treasure.
She made me feel like I was insane.
I had visions of Bree frequently. Then as I got older the visions stopped , but I could still feel Bree in my heart and I still saw her in my dreams.
I just thought I'd always see Bree but she would never actually exist.
Then came my second pregnancy with my first daughter. I'm like oh shit .. it's her , isn't it? It's Bree. Knowing that visions and dreams of Bree made me sound insane my entire life simply because she didn't even exist , I didn't ask my husband something I already knew : was he going to ask me to name our daughter Bree?
I knew he was brees father because my dreams also told me about him being my Husband.
One day we were out eating gyros and fries while I was pregnant with Bree , that's when he asked me if he could name our daughter Bree. I said yes immediately. It was a beautiful name and I knew she was destined to exist and be named Bree.
Carrying Bree , the emotions I felt since I was a little girl , being accused of being crazy and seeing someone that didn't even exist , all the fights and " I hate yous" that I had with my family over Bree because I was so convinced she was real and everyone was wrong , it didn't matter anymore. It was all background noise.
The day Bree was born , I couldn't wait to see her face to see if it was actually HER. It was her , just like I said. A few hours later while I laid on the hospital bed , resting , Bree was in her little bed next to me. I looked at her , and it was indeed that baby girl I've been seeing in my dreams since I was a very young kid. It was my daughter , finally , just like I've been telling everyone for over 20 years. I could finally stop trying to prove she was real. These days , Bree is one , and she's the most beautiful girl anyone has ever met.
I'm still in shock that nobody believed me when I said Bree is a real person , because here she is.
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