Dont Forget Your Dreams

Dont Forget Your Dreams(Maggie Bornstein) Mia's thin fingers slid across the white keys. Again and again, she tried to perfect the simple tune, but it was useless. She would need lessons to become a concert pianist. She sat up and walked in to her musty living room. There on the torn couch, her mom was passed out, bottle in hand.

"Renee Paskanin!" she shouted, shaking her mothers drunken body. Moans came from the young mothers mouth, drool oozing from her mouth, dirt caked under her nails. She stomped and banged pans but her mother was just too drunk to care. Mia stormed out of the room, and into her tiny basement apartment bedroom, which she shared with her 2 younger siblings, Jorge and Rosie. Jorge and Rosie were coloring on the empty white walls when Mia walked in. She had an Idea. She had a plan, a crazy one, but a plan.

"Pack your bags, we're taking the subway to New York City. Were leaving tonight."

"You're crazy Mia! What money do you have? Does mom know? You can dream Mia, but don't get your hopes up sis," Jorge said as he tried to persuade her. But her mind was set. 84 dollars and 57 cents in her pocket. That should be enough for a train ride, a shady hotel on the edge of town, and cheap food. There might even be soup kitchens. And if they ran out of money, the Paskanin's could sing. They started singing when their mother was sober, and she would sing to them, and she had a beautiful voice, which must have been ruined by her alcohol, or maybe since their beloved father died. She was too overcome with sadness to ever sing again. She bundled up her brother and sister, as well as her self, and set foot into the crisp autumn night.