I am sitting in front of both my parents, my twin is sitting next to me. She is silent, a carbon copy of me. She is mute, she does not speak, whether she is unable or because she is a physical manifestation of my subconcious. We are holding hands, she is sitting on my right side.
I confront my parents about the truth I recently uncovered, they had given up for adoption our triplet, at birth. I leveled shaking accusatory fingers at them, my twin squeezed my hand tight. Both parents mouths drop, words start to stammer out of them. Montages of the baby torn from photos start playing on the right side of my fathers head. "It was too difficult with twins.. let alone triplets, we couldn't do it so we thought it was better that we sent her to Malta - to live with a long lost Aunt" I feel so betrayed my stomach is kicked, tears fall from my face as my twin sits there holding my hand tight. I tell them I can't believe that they have done this to us, that they have cut off such an intrinsic part of us. I demand that we get her back, they say it's probably for the best because the Aunt went mad years ago and it's been a terrible life for her. I wake up still filled with anger and injustice.
It's an interesting dream that I can't stop thinking about.... possibly about the portion of myself that my family have always tried to ignore or cut off like a limb, hack it from me with their words and actions. I obviously feel like they have stolen something from me and I am trying to get it back. That it was lost to madness but at least I know why I have emptiness towards them. They have tried to make a portion of me empty.