*Lucia*
Well, no one had ever asked me that question before, so for a while, I was quiet. I have never thought about this question. But I had to answer it honestly. There was nothing to hide. It was my plain truth. After my parent's death, I lived each day hoping it wouldn't be my last. Praying I would be able to stay alive and eat. I prayed there was. Kind-hearted human somewhere who would offer me food so I don't have to steal and get beaten.
Well, that was in the past now. I had enough. And though I was happier than I had ever been all my life, I didn't think about the future; I lived each day as it came. “How about you? What are your dreams?” I asked Bruno. I wanted to know his.
The car was quiet once more. The wind rushed into the car, ruffling my hair, and I straightened it from
