I'm Dreaming Again
I dreamt of becoming a doctor to help children with their physical health. I always hoped of bringing happiness into the world. For a long time, my dreams were stolen from me. My schooling, too. I need money for transportation to go to my lessons but there's no work here. The cost of petroleum is high.
I've lost hope of becoming a doctor but I'm trying to find that hope again. Even though hunger pangs keep me awake at night, I've been trying to dream again.
I've been sharing my ideas with people in hopes of starting my first initiative. It would be wonderful if I could make small desserts to pass out to the children in our camp. Even if the dessert is small, I believe it'll give them a moment of hope to cling to as the blockade worsens. The heart and mind is just as important as the body, don't you think?
I started thinking about art projects and crafts for the children to try during the event. Recycled materials and trash are free to use. But other things such as glue, crayons, and paper would cost money. For now, my plans are only dreams. For now, we cook and eat what little food we can afford and think about what the future holds for us.
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