Happier without me
I have a dream last night.
It was an exquisite dream. I was walking around a huge beautiful house, with everything I’ve ever wanted in it. I walk into a room where it looks like it’s a library. There were tall bookshelves made of mahogany wood filled with the best books from around the world. I was admiring every detail, then suddenly I hear a giggle that makes me overflowed with delight. It’s from another room. I walk to the noise and found my sister. She is hugging my mother tightly, and my mother caresses my sister’s hair affectionately. They both hum to the melody I’ve heard before, but can not recall.
I scan the spacious room and spot my little brother was running around, playing catch-me-if-you-can with my father, giggling until his face is red. I smiled. They look so happy, genuinely happy.
My eyes darted into a very fancy photo frame. It’s a family photograph. My mother, my father, my sister, and my brother have the best smile in the photo, but now mine is fading.
I’m not in the picture.
And that’s when a sweet dream twists into a nightmare.
— Maybe they’ll indeed be happier without me
