Lola had always been a dreamer… or so others had told her. Even Loren, Lola's mother, once said that in passing, with good intentions.
Her exact words were, "I would love to see the world through your eyes."
Because Lola used to dream big. Even as a child, she always dreamed and hoped for good things. She had always been so positive, and unlike now, she was filled with hope, confidence, and aspirations. In her young mind, she always repeated one saying she had heard:
"Hope is a dream that doesn't sleep."
Perhaps that was why, even in her darkest days, she was able to produce something that touched people's hearts. Even in the worst days of her life, she could bring something out—something she didn't have in the first place: warmth, kindness, and meaning.
But lately, she wondered if being a dreamer was something she had unknowingly taken too seriously.
Why? Because, for some reason, she was starting to dream with her eyes open, and briefly, she believed in those dreams.
