In my dream, I saw my real mother, an Italian rich woman who looked like Isabelle Rossellini. It was dark and all and I was running towards my life. Like a thief, I got back all the jewels that were hidden under the clothings of this dead woman...I didnt know who she was. But her skin was bright and fair. Anyway, I kep on seeing the face of my real mom.

Outside my new home, with my newfound mom, Red was waiting outside the door with a bouquet of flowers and I was kindof expecting him. He was wearing a black longsleeves, silky cottony of some sort with red vertical fine lines and a pair of black pants.

Our house, my house, was dark pink with white details. It was like a victorian mansion house.