What does it mean when little hands slip away?

Sometimes life throws us worries that cling to our hearts like a stubborn shadow.
Today, I woke up feeling a bit unsettled after thinking about a fragile little life struggling against the waves—whether in dreams or reality, it reminds me of how delicate and precious those we love truly are.
Amid the daily hustle of cooking and cleaning, it's these moments of quiet concern that make me cherish every simple smile at home.
Has anyone else ever had dreams that stick with them all day long?