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Disappointment

The Children Grew Up

By Casey Elaine StevensonPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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We used to wish on fallen eyelashes, and the first flakes of snow, on blown-out birthday candles and dandelions. We used to run out on our porches in the evenings to wish on the stars. We were always wishing.

As we grew out wishes melted and we adopted seeds of hope to replace it. We hoped for better things, we hoped for happiness. And we were often disappointed. It built up inside us. Suddenly all of our stars turned into airplanes. We turned from astronauts to businessmen.

The dreamers became cynics; the children grew up.

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