• The first dream of a boy I ever had...
    I was sitting on a green field alone, admiring the view, the yellow sun and the blue sky. Out of nowhere, a boy came along. He had black spiky hair with white skin. He had a smile of an angel. He was cute, that’s for sure. He had on a white t-shirt, a pair of shorts and a pair of shoes.

    Even though we just met, all he wanted to talk about was I. I didn’t know his name because every time I asked he avoided it by asking more questions about myself. Why am I willing? It was because of his genuine interests of me. I never had that much attention not even from my own family. I’m not miss pretty but an average Asian girl. Plus, he made me felt not dull or boring. That was the first.

    Mostly, we both laughed about my embarrassing moments and public humiliations. He knew how to make a girl smile and laugh. I thought, I finally found my dream boy.

    I remembered we ran around the field, chasing each other and we even held hands together. At the end of the day, we kissed under the soft orange glow. I wished it could last forever but it didn’t.

    Suddenly, houses popped up from nowhere. There was one beside us. An angry man stomped his way from the inside of his house and toward us and took the boy away. I gasped and asked him what was happening. The boy had remorse look on his face and keep repeating, “I’m sorry” over and over again. I tried to stop the man and found out he was the boy’s father.

    His last words were, “You are never going to see my son ever again!”

    I felt pained, sad and depressed. To make the matter worst, it started to rain. My clothes were wet and all I wanted to do was to go back home and crawled into my warm bed at the corner with my blanket and just sleep the pain away forever.

    I was on the road; middle of the road to be exact, a couple of cars almost hit me. I cried in the rain. One of the houses, two boys came from the front door. Under these tear eyes, I saw they were twins. One had an umbrella over my head and the other held my hand. Both escorted me inside their home. I sat on a couch and they put a dry towel around my wet clothes and another on my head.

    I didn’t look at their faces; I was too depressed to do so. I tried to wrap my mind around on what just happened moments ago. Why didn’t he fight back?

    I heard one of the twins was making a phone call, he knew my father. After five minutes of spacing out on the couch, my dad came with his four-wheel drive. We drove away after I said thanks to the boys.

    It was still raining heavily as the rain poured over the car’s screens; the houses, the field and the dream faded away. And I woke up.