
I was going down a flight of stairs. On one of the landings I met my dad coming up. He was younger. I was delighted. We hugged, and then I realized that my head only came up to his chest. I looked up, and his head was only a couple of inches from the ceiling. It must have been an old house for the ceiling to be that low. I said, "When I grow up, my head will touch the ceiling." I was sobbing the whole time. He just smiled. Then suddenly, I was grown up and I was looking down at him. He became very old, and collapsed into my arms. I held him as he died.