My second time crying due to a dream. Yes, a dream. Want to know what was in this dream? It was a dream I had before dawn came. Let me extract the paragraph from my concealed diary.

"I was standing behind someone on one of the upper floors of a building. I looked out at the crowd on the ground floor. I waved at them as they looked here. They waved back. A young man came up and whispered something into my ears. I felt tears falling from the corner of my eyes. I turned over on my bed, half knowing I was dreaming, glancing up at the ceiling, and half still dwelling in the dream as if it was real. I followed the young man down as I saw the crowd's happy and concerned faces. I was led to a chair. I sat down. People began to sit around me, and the ones closest to me looked very familiar."

It may seem like nothing to any of you. But then, there was a feeling in me, telling me that something serious had happened, and it concerns me. I felt for the first time, at that place in the dream, people finally paying full attention and real concern, real love, to me. That was what made the tears flow. Those were the tears of joy, different from my first time.

Addition to this post, I would like to inform that the battle has ended with a withdrawal and the wrong side has done it. It seems that my prayers really don't get answered.