Dream Maker

I always have this weird dream as if it were real and not a dream. I asked my father once about the dream and he said it was just a dream. I asked my mother what she thought they were and she told me that it was when you are taking away from this world and you are placed

I confined in my mother I trusted her the most. My ma didn’t grow old and wrinkled like most mothers she didn’t get warts or anthracites when they became fragile and old. My mother was also young careful and beautiful. Even as I matured my mother seemed unaffected of the years that passed.

Everyone in their life must some time in their life to dream of riches beyond their imagination. For my life I did have those riches so I didn’t ever dream of such things. When I dreamt it was if it were real and I would awake drenched in sweat.

My father merely had anytime for me as I grew up so I had the affectionate love of only one parent. My mother would say that my father did love me but her eyes said otherwise. I even heard the servants saying my father envied me because my mother loved me and she didn’t love my father.