I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I wake up screaming, my forehead bathed in sweat. It was that same dream again, the worst nightmare imaginable.
I am at a picnic, with my daddies. We are laughing and having a great time. Suddenly the sky turns grey, clouds covering the sun, blocking out every ray of sunshine.
"Daddy? Papa?" I utter, clinging to them.
They wrap their strong arms around me. "It's ok baby. Everything's ok," they reassure me, holding me close.
Suddenly I am being ripped away from me. "Papa! Daddy!" I screech as invisible arms drag me further and further away from my two dads. "Daddy, Papa come back!" I yell, kicking, screaming, scratching at my invisible foe, watching as the only loving family I ever knew is being ripped away from me. "Please come back!"
That's when I wake up.
Hurried footsteps are heard, and in a moment Papa and Daddy are sitting beside me.
"Sara? Sara darling what's wrong?" Daddy asks, wiping my forehead and cuddling me, while Papa brings me a glass of water which I gratefully accept.
"I had... I had that dream..." I utter, feeling Papa's strong hand stroking my back in reassuring circles.
"What dream, baby?" Papa asks, worry filling his voice.
Tears are sliding down my face. "The dream where I was being taken away from you again. Daddy, Papa, I'm scared. I don't want them to take me away. I love you..." I yelp.
Out of the corner of my eye I see them exchange worried glances. Papa scoops me up and cradles me in his arms and Daddy hugs him. "They won't take you away from us. You are our girl Sara now. Our Sara Sidle. And no one can take you away from us."
As they tuck me into bed again, they stroke my hair and kiss my forehead. "Good night angel," they say from the doorway. "We love you."
I sigh as I roll over in my bed, cuddling the teddy-bear they'd gotten me on my first birthday with them. I love my two dads. I wish they could properly adopt me.