I'm single 
I got pregnant with my deceased cousin when he came down the stairs of my grandfather's house and I met him and he was wearing a blue cork and he gave me ground Arabic coffee in a little strong plastic bag and the coffee was filled with a quarter of the bag as if it was rare and I took it.
In the same week, I dreamed about it for the second time. Our whole house is in darkness, except for the kitchen, which turns on its lights, and next to the refrigerator there is a shelf made of wood, and on it is a plate of rice and chicken. Her right cheek put his lips on her cheek and rubbed her as much as she could and he comes to me and I try to push my cheek away from him because my father is there and he kisses my left cheek and comes out of the kitchen and in the dream we were afraid of what my father would say but he didn't say anything