The prompt for this story says to Dream Big. Wow! I can make up a story, a poem or write about something I have always wished for. The options are endless and you know what? Today my dream may be different from my dream tomorrow or next week. Are not dreams part of who we are? Are they not mere escapes at will in order to survive the world in which we live? Since this is my birthday weekend, I decided to add more than a dream and more like a celestial dream…something over the top and a dream I have wished come true many times.
A call of hope
Dawn tilted her head as she listened to the other teen at the end of the line. Let’s call this caller Gabriella. “I can’t take it anymore,” she wept, “My father is coming home in a few hours and…
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