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The Dream Catcher.
I thought that I could close my eyes for just a little bit when I noticed a tug. It startled me out of the lull, and I gripped the pole.
'Can't let this one go...' I muttered. From the beneath the milky surface, a vibrant form of life and color swirled about. Its colors changed from calming pinks and yellows to violent reds and blues. It deseperately wanted to escape, but it belonged to me now. I reeled it in as quickly as my hand allowed without cramping. Pulling it out of the water, it splashed about, taking all of my strength to keep it from jumping back in. As it calmed down, I had the opportunity to see what a beautiful dream I just caught. The kind of dream I long for. But it wasn't mine for the keeping. I lowered it into the small jar by my side, and sealed it tightly.
I placed it high above my head, as an offering, to those who really needed this dream. It was enough for me, knowing such dreams existed, but it was my job to make sure others knew it as well.
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Did I already mention that my dad came home last Friday? I'm glad that he's home, I really am. But he thinks that he's a burden. And while that is....somewhat (sadly) true, I don't believe he is. He can't work, and he's sometimes in a different place. It's hard to write about this, but I'm not sure why. When I watch him walk, I wish, for his sake, I could trade places. For his whole life, he's worked, and he's never really had any problems, besides minor back pain, but....this is something that he'll never fully get over. He doesn't know yet that he'll never be able to work again....and it's going to be hard when he finds out, because he is depressed. Doing everything for him, it's good that we're all helping him out, but what's going on in his mind? I don't want to know. I just want him to know that he isn't a burden, that he is my dad, and that no matter what, we'll take care of him, because we love him, not because we want him out of the way.
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