Is a dream a reality?

I would live on one of the stars, smile at one of them, and every night when you look up at the stars, it's like seeing all the stars smiling.

When I sleep, I dream of some very strange dreams, but those strange dreams always bring me happy memories, maybe only then can I sleep peacefully, and this dream is the experience of living on the earth since I was a child.

In this dream, I dreamed of my parents dying, being abandoned by relatives, wandering the streets, eventually being adopted, orphaned, and then raised in an orphanage. I was picked up by my parents after I grew up in the orphanage, but until I was five years old, I lived in the orphanage, paid a tuition fee every year, and then had to pay a high rent, and so on. That's how I grew up.

When I was twelve, my parents died, I was adopted by the orphanage, and I became the righteous son of the orphanage, which is now the director of the orphanage, but at that time I was fourteen years old, which meant that I was fifteen years old, and it was my biological parents who adopted me in the orphanage, but they were a couple.

I have always longed for fatherly love and motherly love. I longed for my father to give me a little love, but they didn't know the love I needed, so they could only give me what they thought was the best. During that time, I had been expecting my parents to find me, to recognize me, to be able to give me love, but they didn't.

Later, I gradually understood the intensity and importance of self-esteem, I no longer asked them for anything material, nor did I beg for their love, nor did I ask them for any financial compensation, but I relied on my own strength to climb up step by step, I hope they can see my change, I don't want them to see me fail, because I don't want them to see their own bad side.

When I was eighteen, I met them again, and I didn't know why they came to me, but at first glance I knew they were my parents, my biological parents, because they looked so similar.

They took me, I followed them out of the city, I thought they were going to take me away and fly high, but no, they left me in the orphanage, they didn't give me a little money, they only gave me a card, and then they took me to a hospital abroad and told me that they were your parents.

My parents are dead, but they don't want me to know the real truth, they don't want me to know who my biological parents are, so I choose not to ask or say, maybe in their hearts they still hope that I will never know the truth.

Chaotic dreams

Chaos of everything

But I have always believed that I will have freedom