★What His Guardian Grandmother Wanted Him to Know★

A message whispered by the unseen — guided by a grandmother’s love.

Last night, I had a dream that left a deep impression on my heart.

In the dream, he was talking with a few people—colleagues, perhaps—his face serious, as if in work mode. But even from afar, I could feel his eyes fixed on me. His gaze carried a strong, unspoken emotion.

Above his left shoulder, I noticed the face of an elderly woman with white hair, quietly floating beside him.

She was his guardian spirit.

There was a noble air about her. Her gaze was gentle and warm, yet deeply penetrating—as if it could reach the very depths of his soul. She looked at him with quiet compassion and spoke softly:

“Are you really going to just stand there and watch?

Won’t you say something?

Aren’t you afraid of regretting this?”

Of course, he couldn’t hear her voice.

He simply continued to gaze at me, his expression unreadable.

Then, the grandmother turned her attention to me.

“He’s afraid,” she said. “Afraid that his true self won’t be accepted.

So afraid, in fact, that he can’t move forward.

His heart is so fragile, like glass, shaped by old wounds he still carries.”

Her words struck me.

I could feel his pain, as if it were my own.

But the grandmother spoke again, this time with certainty:

“One small step is all it takes.

With just a little courage, his broken heart will begin to heal.

And he’ll be able to live each day as his true self—naturally, peacefully, and fully.”

The truth is, I’ve received messages from this white-haired grandmother before.

Time and time again, she reaches out to me—asking, perhaps, that I be there for him, that I support him in the way she cannot.

Her concern for his delicate heart flows through me, wrapping itself gently around my chest.

It lingers, even after I wake.

I hope the day comes when he believes in himself enough to take that step.

And when that day comes, I hope to be there beside him—quietly, steadily.

It was a dream…

But somehow, it didn’t feel like just a dream.

The guardian spirit’s voice still echoes within me.

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