A blast from the past

I decided to review a journal i had kept for so long, it still brings tears to my eyes when i read some of the stuff i wrote, about things i went through, years and years ago. At one point in the journal, i was looped, stuff i went through went on over and over again and i was advised by my good friend Timbaba, to break the habit, as so i stopped writing. Today i saw story i remember so well in the journal and i would like to share it will you guys.

‘THAT A STRANGER MAY LIVE’.
During one of my holidays, i had a strange dream. I was married and rich, i had a daughter I really loved and would have given all to be with. She died; i can’t remember why but i felt responsible for it, maybe I had not taken my time to know her well enough. There was another girl, probably the same age as my daughter was when she died. In the dream, I saw myself trying to talk her out of the mistakes my girl had made prior to her death, I showed her love and care; my wife was bitter at me, she asked me why I could not save my only daughter, why was I trying to save a stranger. I remember telling my wife, that this in the dream; ‘That the stranger may live, our daughter had to die’. I only found out the reason for this dream early this morning. I tried my best to help when a good friend was in need, I still feel guilty that may be I did not try hard enough, maybe if I just told her one more time how I really felt about her, She would not have fallen apart. May be I did not listen well enough, and so on. There are too many may bee’s.;
I was made to understand that it was over, she finally healed. I was selfish, all this happened that i may learn, and save another girl’s daughter, even when I felt I had lost the one I really loved.