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The Dream
A Short Story
6 years old Sarah tiptoed across the hall, making sure her mother didn’t hear her. It was 1 AM, and she knew her mother would be fast asleep. She seemed to be really tired these days. She even forgot to wish her good night. Sarah wondered what was up with her these days.
Once she had managed to tiptoe across her mother’s room, she was safe now and ran as quietly as she could, until she reached the room.
It was the room she was never allowed to go to, the room where her mother wouldn’t even let her near. No maid was ever allowed to go in there. Sarah wondered if there was some hidden treasure in there that her mother was hiding from everyone.
She had often seen her mother, cleaning every corner of the door of the room with tears in her eyes. Some days she would continue to do it for hours, without any signs of exhaustion.
As she pressed the handle of the door, she made sure to only use the tips of her fingers as her mother had cleaned it just a few hours ago.
Ah! She had finally made it! She thought to herself, reaching for the light she could almost see that big box of jewels she had been secretly expecting to see, but once the light was on- nothing. It was an ordinary room, with a cupboard and small sized bed.
