Fly High | Book 2

Preface

IT'S been a year since my mom died. She had a heart attacked after I received my awards and recognition certificates as a top achiever in our class.

     And it's been a year, too since dad remarried. Her name is Gretchen Gomez, she had a big business in their place. Her business is a Music Class with her daughters Terry and Kora.

     My stepsisters love singing and dancing, in short performing arts. They always do practice in their classes.

     While they are practicing, I am roaming around sweeping and cleaning the whole classrooms in their Music School.

     Every time the lists of enrollees are getting large and large and so the dirt.

     I am a janitress now, yeah, you're not mistaken. But, it's not hard as you think because I'm professional with this.

     When I am tired, I went to my room to get rest and try to catch my breath.

     "Did you finished cleaning the class, Ezra?!" asked Gretchen.

     "Yes, m-mom---" I answered.

     "Pss---?! Don't call me 'mom'. I'm not your mom!" said Gretchen and leaved the house to go to work.

     Sometimes when I commemorate my mom's death, I ponder. People's dreams of dreaming it come true are useless if we will still die.

     Every night, I went out to the balcony of my room. Sitting in the chair while hugging with my favorite purple pillow; looking up in the dark sky full of stars (sometimes).

     I talk to the big man, "It's so hard to think that after all we still gone and leave this world. Even how happy we were, we still get lone when the time comes."

     When I am lying on my bed, I still keep on thinking my dreams; because even though that thing will happen negatively, I know it still really happens and possibly happens for all who dream big and desperately want to reach it.

     I don't really think hard about having a guitar anymore now. I hardly put my  mind in my dream for being a pop singer and a pop rock star guitarist playing in front of the flooding crowd; but hopefully it'll happen. I don't want to be still anymore. Standing and waiting for a line that never moves. I think it's time to make my own rules.

     I don't wanna just fly high like before; I wanna be in the top of the sky NOW!

     Hoping that it'll never be hard for me. I know that in reaching our dreams there's a lot of obstacles and thorns to pass before reaching the finishing line, right?

     And now, I'm here writing my new songs again about being strong of reaching my dreams and following my hearts.

     And in my head a voice said, "Could you still dream?"

     And I said, "I could."