I woke up dreaming that my little baby, (now 29) is sleeping on the side of the bed, and rolling off. And I have to leave him alone like that for somewhere. It was like my womb calling. Do I still have such feelings? Does my dormant, 58-year-old, post-menopausal womb still has feelings?

I realized I watched Vash-Level 2 yesterday and the father-daughter relationship had stirred my own womb. That is not even a mother! And it’s been eons I have seen such feelings from my own father, who is old, weathered, and barely manages to support his own body now at 90. And my husband never had any father-feelings ever. So how can I drown in such a potent and helpless energy coming from a father? Do fathers really have such feelings for daughters?

I don’t want to Google search the names of the actors who went into such an acting space, that stirred this vision of my own womb getting separated from me, my helpless baby lying on the side of the bed alone, and that I have to go somewhere. And at the age of 58, I am crying after waking up. For a fictional father, who lost his wife and son, and is playing a mother (or father?) to his helpless daughter.

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