It was dark'ish, cold, wintry, and my father (several years deceased in real life) somehow had fallen, hit his head, was bleeding slightly on his head, was semi-unconscious, and needed to be taken for help. I don't remember who else was there, maybe my sisters, but I remember saying that I'd hold him because I had a big coat and could keep him warm en route. I held him up, and my coat was big enough not only for me to wear, but to wrap around him as I held him. Then as I looked at him, I realized he looked maybe 20 years younger. I looked again, and another leap in time younger, until he was a teenager, and finally maybe around the age of two. By the time he reached the age of two, I was smiling and thinking about what a cute little kid he was, and also, he was no longer unconscious, but a healthy, smiling, cute toddler.
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