Laura woke up in cold sweats. There would be a ball today. With rich people. She remembered her dream. She knew that dreams like that were supposed to have some sort of meaning, but she couldn't fathom what the meaning of that dream was.
Perhaps it was that rich people were usually idiots. Or maybe the message was that it was a good idea to risk your life for a bag of pretzels. Laura had no clue.
Sandra walked into Laura's room.
"I'm sorry mom," Laura said.
Sandra sighed, "Look, honey. I know this is hard for you, my quests for romance. I think you are old enough to stay with someone else while I go dance. And I shouldn't drag you to these balls you hate. I should spend some more time with you instead of looking for romance."
Laura hugged her mother. So this was the message of her dream. No matter how much Laura and Sandra had disagreed, they were still mother and daughter. And they still loved each other.
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The Flight of the Rich
Short StoryLaura is a little girl who constantly disagrees with her mother. This is her story.
