Grass of Green

chapter 1

Longing for a change in the wind my hair whips around my face with its cold cruel awakening. The gust of wind awakens me from the daydream where I was dreaming of realising my dreams, finding who I am.
But I am not a fool, no, no, no. I am the hopeful among the hopeless however I hope not for myself but I hope for the realisation of all dreams not mine alone.
What is it you daydream of sister? She gently taps my shoulder.
I daydream of dreams
What stories are told in the dreams of which you daydream of?
Nothing of value 
Perhaps they are of value if you wish to describe their detail to me? She insists
I dreamt of a future away from a fiery hot land where it rains cool water and people crowd streets with umbrellas.
Lana. You'd do well not to dwell on false reality. Unleash yourself from false hope. This is our home. She selfishly suggests.
I turn to her and frown, Your mockery and lack of belief will do you no good in this life sister. So I suggest you prey on another's dreams.
My bare feet do not feel the wooden decks hard texture as I walk away from her they have hardened over the years and like me, they endure, adapt and can handle themselves. Sheep should not be allowed this close to the house I curse out loud in silent dispute with my father.
The old weatherboard house saw through many a storms as well as the storm of my childhood. The house is a pale yellow, I suppose it may have been brighter once but years of torment from the sun has worn the white trimmed house out. My house has only two bedrooms, a small bathing area, kitchen and dining room.
I marvel as I aimlessly saunter around the wooden deck, at the views this place looks onto. Tall pine trees that stretch bravely into the sky's domain litter the skyline making a forest. Before that acres of land stretch out before us, paddocks filled with all kinds of life.
Father? I yell as I leap down the stairs through a garden of pretty cherry blossoms, the burning sunlight softens as it filters through the blossoms leaves.
Lana? A gruff voice replies
Where are you? I laugh rejoicing with the feeling of dry soil under my feet
Right here. My father appeared out of nowhere. He was tall, had strong muscle and true determination. These things of his character served a much needed purpose in the barren landscape. His face was covered in dirt and he wiped his hands on a dirty well used towel.
I've come to ask you something father.
Well out with it my little sheep. Your father is a very busy man.
I sighed, what is it you would wish to eat for dinner?
Get your sister to make something we all like.
Can I choose? I ask praying I don't have to endure a stew
Kaitlin is quite able to choose supper.
As you wish. I turned to walk away but  spun slowly back, does it have to be stew?
  Father raised his fluffy eyebrows and tilted his head down, Lana. He warned.
  okay father okay there shall be an utterly delicious stew, i pout at him
  Sweet sheep your pout works no longer he chuckled and dismissed me with the wave of his hand.