THE LITTLE DROP OF SUNSHINE

I was playing in the garden outside, setting up little sticks in groups of ten. The grass danced to the melody of the breeze and the sunshine rained down in little droplets of gold. I could see my parents, trying to hold my hands and telling me where to go. We are shaping your childhood, they said to me. With my back to them, I picked up the sticks and poked them to the ground. They asked me what I was doing and I said I’m building my dream. They wanted to see and tried to peep over my should...