I was 8 years old, and yet I was also 3. Dreams are what makes this possible. They are supposed to reflect some part of our lives, somewhere and somehow. For me, it could have just been my first five days of being alive. Light was always my friend, I loved the warmth and comfort it provides me. It was a sunny day and both me and my parents had decided to explore where we were. The brick buildings, walls and arches gave a nostalgic feeling as we continued on and I felt as though I couldn’t be any happier. There was a little red-brick store that rested on a slant. The door had a warm brown tint, though from what we could see there weren’t any windows. I looked up at my parents and my dad asked, “Do you want to go inside?” and I nodded vigorously as my response. My parents smiled at me and we opened the door. As we walked in, a feeling of bliss filled my body. Sunlight danced around the room, reflecting off of the light-teal walls. The ceiling was slanted and held a skylight which had become the sole light source of the room. To my left was a T-Rex skeleton and opposite to me was an empty white desk. Subtle shadows hid in the room and all was seemingly still. My parents moved towards the skeleton and it’s small booth for information. She read aloud that it had been a male T-Rex, one that had supposedly died because it starved to death. My curiosity grew and grew about my surrounding, and before I knew it, I had climbed to the top of the T-Rex. While I was looking at my parents for a sign of accomplishment, something began to creak. The dinosaur began to fall apart, and I was on it. Within seconds, I was on the ground, safe, but bones and dust encompassed me and it was hard to breath. My parents began moving towards be, worried but stopped when they heard a door shut.

Suddenly a lady with thick, wavy brown hair was standing behind the desk. Her bitter eyes were watching me, and then focusing on my parents. She sent shivers down my spine. The lady sneered and said, “That T-Rex was precious to me, but it seems to be that your daughter broke it.” I glanced at my parents and then at the mysterious lady. She had changed the feel of the room, it wasn’t bliss anymore. I tried to mouth the words sorry by they wouldn’t come out despite my struggle. The lady spoke again, “Okay, Mr. and Mrs. S, you now have a choice. You either are to give your child to me or you will watch your daughter die right before you, though I think I already know your choice.” A tear slipped out of my mother’s eye as she grasped onto my dad as he returned her sorrow with a pained look at me. His eyes had become empty and it was like all humanity in him was gone. He reassured my mother that what their choice would be for the best and that I would be fine. Hesitantly, he told the lady that she could have me, so long as I won’t die. The lady grinned and walked towards me while my parents were cowering with sadness. The tears weren’t the only things that were dropping, my heart had dropped as well. Her grasp was tight and firm as she pulled me upwards. I was trying to find my voice and when I did, I called for them. I wailed because.. I was being abandoned again. Watching my parents’ backs was all I could do as they walked away and out the door. My voice was worn dry from screaming. I woke up. I could hear the faint snoring from my mother and father and the stirring from my cats. Then I remembered that we had come to stay at a hotel because a snowstorm had disrupted our power and it was off. I had been sleeping on the couch, I had been dreaming. Unfortunately, much like that dream I did have tears streaming down my face as well. After five days, I was abandoned in front of an orphanage, the reason I can’t be too terribly sure on. Though I do know that it was common for parents to abandon their child, especially if it was a girl. Males were what parents wanted and females were a mistake. The life I live now, I know, would be incomparable to the one that I would be given if I wasn’t adopted. The life I live now is warm, bright and most of all, loving.