In My Dreams - Bill Kaulitz Story

1. Elise

The morning sun broke through the hotel's curtains, and I began my daily routine as a cleaner. The hallways were empty, the rooms quiet, and I wandered through the corridor with my cleaning cart, armed with sheets and cleaning supplies. It was a quiet moment, something I cherished amidst the worries about my sick mother.
As I was making up one of the rooms, I suddenly heard a scream from the hallway. My heart raced as I quickly ran out of the room, my hands still smoothing out the sheets. An agitated guest, a man in his fifties, was shouting and angrily pointing at my cart. "You!" he yelled, his finger trembling in my direction. "You've stolen my watch!" My breath caught. I knew I hadn't stolen anything, that I did my job honestly and with integrity. But the man was in a panic and seemed determined to blame someone. "I haven't stolen anything, sir," I stammered, my voice trembling with fear. The man couldn't be stopped. He continued to scream and curse, and other guests began to gather, curious about the commotion. It felt like the whole world was watching me, judging and condemning.
The hotel manager finally appeared and tried to defuse the situation. She assured the man that she would investigate the matter, and he would get his watch back. But the accusations and the humiliation I had endured left deep scars.
As the crowd finally dispersed, I stood there, my eyes filled with tears, and my hands trembling. I knew I was innocent, but that didn't change the humiliation I had just experienced. It felt like my world had collapsed, and I wondered how much more I could endure while caring for my mother and battling life's hardships.

I am Elise, 30 years old, and my life has been anything but easy. My mother became seriously ill, and since then, my world has revolved around her. We've always been a modest family, with limited financial resources, but the love between my mother and me is unconditional.
I work as a cleaner in a nearby hotel to cover the medical expenses and necessary care for my mother. It's hard work, but I do it with determination and pride. I know I would do anything for my beloved mother.
Once, I had a group of friends I enjoyed spending time with. I was lively, friendly, and always willing to help others. But as my mother became sicker and my caregiving responsibilities increased, my friends gradually withdrew. They felt uncomfortable with the situation and didn't know how to support me. It left me isolated and lonely, but I am determined to do whatever it takes to care for my mother.
I am a brave and dedicated young woman. My sense of responsibility is strong, and I give everything to keep my mother comfortable and happy. My resilience and determination are admirable, even when life confronts me with difficult circumstances. Despite my loneliness and the lack of support from friends, I hold onto the love for my family and secretly hope for a better future for both of us.
I am a simple but natural woman. I usually wear plain clothing, practical for my work in the hotel and my caregiving duties at home. My eyes radiate determination, and my smile, though rare, is warm and heartfelt.

As I left the hotel with my head down and heavy thoughts, I began my lonely walk home. The streets of Berlin were lively, but I felt isolated in my own world of worries and responsibilities.
It was a fresh autumn evening, the air filled with the promise of change. I walked past the familiar streets and buildings, my thoughts drifting to the man in the hotel with his watch. This was bound to cause more trouble for me.
As I continued walking, I suddenly saw a large poster attached to a lamppost. "Tokio Hotel - Live at this Concert Hall, Tomorrow Night!" in bold letters. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of that announcement. Their music had helped me escape the reality of my tough life, even if only for a moment. It felt like a bittersweet reminder of a dream I had never been able to fulfill.
I paused at the poster for a moment and stared at it, my thoughts drifting to the times when I sang their songs at the top of my lungs while my mother smiled from the couch. But the reality of my life had caught up with me. Money troubles at home had always prevented me from even dreaming of a concert ticket.
With a sigh, I left the poster behind and continued on my way home. As I took my steps, I realized that my priorities would always be with my mother, no matter how much I longed for those fleeting moments of joy and escape. Maybe someday, I would get the chance to attend a Tokio Hotel concert, but until then, I would continue to care for the one who had always cared for me.

When I arrived home, I rushed up the stairs when I heard shouting from my mother's bedroom. My heart pounded in my chest, and my thoughts raced. I knew her condition was becoming more fragile by the day, but I couldn't stop the fear and worry from overwhelming me.
When I entered the bedroom, I saw my mother lying on the floor, pale and with a worried expression on her face. There she was, fallen out of bed and confused. I gently lifted her up and put her back in bed, softly stroking her forehead and asking her how long she had been lying there.
"Not long, dear," she whispered with a weak smile. "I'm just a bit clumsy."
But this was the second time this week that something like this had happened, and the fear in my heart grew with each fall. I felt so powerless, so overwhelmed by the care of my mother. Her health was deteriorating rapidly, and I truly didn't know what to do to keep her safe and comfortable.
My mother soon fell back asleep, and as I sat by her bedside, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer. I cried softly, my head bowed, wondering how on earth this could go on. It couldn't continue like this, but at the same time, there was nothing she or I could do to restore her health.
I knew I would never abandon my mother, that I would always be there for her, but at that moment, I felt hopeless and exhausted. Life had put me to the test, and I wondered how much more I could bear before I break.