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Another shift in the dream occurs before I receive an answer. I'm now standing at the front door. "Goodbye, Mother, Father. I'm so sorry about everything. I will come back to you, even if it takes me the rest of my life, I will find my way back to you." My mother wipes a tear off of her cheek. "Be safe, Elana. You know we will always love you ... we'll always trust and believe you." My father stands just behind her, emotional himself yet keeping his silent, stern exterior. "I love you too, Mother ... and you, Father." I hold out my hand. I want to feel the touch of my parents one last time...