Mrs. William asked her students to share their dreams, one day. She smiled as she heard those innocent souls walking to the front and telling their dreams.
"I dream about racing cars, Mrs. William."
"And I dream about being a fairy!"
The colorful aroma of the classroom turned dark as soon as she asked about the dreams of the kid sitting at the last seat.
With untidy clothes and messed up hair, he got up and whispered,
"I dream about the dark things like my father beating me up and my mother always screaming. "