I would often tell them excitedly to my parents at breakfast, and they would listen attentively, as if they were greatly interested, although perhaps they were just pretending because they knew how important my dreams were to me, and they would sometimes ask me questions, getting me to elaborate on certain details for them.
The Long Way Home
July 3, 2009 by hakodatedre
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