Wish You Weren't Here

by Gracie Ruth Mitchell

All children are rude and annoying; it’s in their nature. They want to consume the world without thought of order or repercussions, voracious and hungry. Children dream not big but gigantic. Do they lose those dreams? Do we lose our dreams? Or do they stay buried in our hearts, our souls, waiting as we grow older for the day we remember them? Do they wait for us to water them so they can sprout?