Last nights dream.

Me and my partner had adopted a little girl, age about 4/5, who’d had a good upbringing but her parents had died or something. It took a few weeks but eventually she and I bonded. I remember our eyes meeting and there was mutual love.

But then without asking, my partner had sent her back to the orphanage, and got a young boy instead who’d had a bad upbringing. My partners reasoning was that “he’d never known love, but the girl had already had that privilege.”. I felt sorry for the boy, treated him well, but our personalities didn’t match. My kindness towards him was a duty and an effort, not an impulse. I just remember missing the girl, worried about how she was feeling now, and feeling irked at my partner, though I understood their reasoning. I was the stay at home dad while they were at work, so it just felt so unfair. I did feel sorry for the boy though. The thought of asking to swap back again filled me with too much guilt to do.