I dreamt about Kenzie last night. Mom, Kenzie and I were in Cut Bank and we were walking down to the park. Kenzie looked fine, beautiful even. She had her long brown hair and her bangs were braided to the side. She was wearing shorts and ballet flats. We were all hanging out and laughing and we had to keep stopping so Mom could stop and talk to everyone.
Then things got a little weird, no one was talking to Kenzie except Mom and I. No one could see her. She was so heartbroken. She just kept saying "I'm real, I'm real!" We could see her and talk laugh with her and touch her but no one else could. I haven't woken up crying this hard in a long time.
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