a daylight dream

I love it when people dream a little bit too fearlessly; want some unattainable yet possible things in their lives, to outstretch their little hearts and break the bounds of the confined horizons they create for themselves. I love it when they dream to travel the world, enroll in a university when they turn forty years old, move out to a brand new city or build a home all on their own. I love it when people choose to support each other against the uneven odds. Even if this support is only based upon a smile or a mutual act of respect, but it still inspires this bliss in one’s soul to keep going. I love it when people decide to listen to each other’s dreams and give applause on how relevant they are, even if they could come across as irrational. Often times, those sweet words mean the world; they allow us to move forward even for just one little baby step with a confidence we might never be able to sprout all alone. I love it when people decide to love each other even if ...

I remember that day you were born, I was only eleven at that time yet I remember not being able to sleep the night, thinking of how peculiar it was to have a sister.  A real sister. Your beautiful smile. :') As a kid, I was quite lonely and barely had anyone to spend my time with. That’s why I wished for you and kept dreaming of your presence on the bus rides to school or even through the sessions of doll-playing, pretending I had a companion who would be able to finish off my sentences and add new ones, to keep the imaginary conversations going. And there you came and I cannot describe how joyful that year was. You cried a lot, put my mother into frustration countless times but, I enjoyed hearing your laughs and watching you smile on the bed as soon as you would wake up. I remember those weekend mornings being so beautifully simple, involving minutes spent listening to music, sharing the foam from my cup of coffee with you and urging you to sing and dance along my aw...