I grew up with one dream. To be like my mama! She was so strong and good at providing for me and my little sister. Having a strong career and showing us how to be strong even when sad or scary things would happen. She taught us to look to God when things got hard.

Well I turned 18 last month and everyone has to complete their childhood dream before they can move on to a real career. But I’m not sure this is a dream I want to let go of.

After I accept my career I have to forget my dream and move on. I no longer get to know what my wish was when I was younger. My memories of that dream will leave me and so will the memories of my mother.

She passed away when I was in 8th grade. I’m not ready to lose that. But that also means I can’t be like my mother because this broken city has a way of keeping watch of everyone. They know most of what goes on inside your head. Mainly your dreams and things that make you happy. It seems like a great place to live. It’s free and they can keep the streets safe and try their hardest to keep people happy but they all have to follow the rule of the dream.

No matter what the dream was. They didn’t think that sort of thing through. There are some people who’s childhood dreams were to be a fairy or be able to fly, and so they live in the streets without a stable job or spouse. Things around here really should change but I’m not sure I alone could solve the problems of the city. It’s too large. They say 2,000 years ago this city used to be a country. The U.S. I suppose.

But change is the one thing I can count on and now it’s my.. adulthood dream. As I leave my house early in the morning for my run I feel a tap on my shoulder.

“Amy!” The person whispers as I feel my breath be get stuck in my lungs. “We need to talk.”…..