Book2:KigdomIteDreams

ndpattedhimontheshoulderandsaid,“Hi!Mr.DimitriJa?”Thoughhecouldnotsee,Dimitri’sworldseemedtolightupasifabrilliantsunshoneonhim.Inthebrightness,heseemedtoseeabeautifulyoungwomanwithamassofblondehairtalkingtohim.

    “IamMary,thesocialworkerhere.Youareourresident.Ineedyoutofilloutacardaboutwhomtotaergency.Couldyouetomyoffiorr?”

    “Ofcourse,”Dimitrireplied.Marysaidgoodbyeandhecouldhearherfootstepsgoingtowardstheentrance.Dimitri’simaginationwasreallyuny,forhejureduptheexactportraitofMary,thegolden-hairedyoungwoman,whowaseventhengoingthroughthedoorsoftheseniorcitizenfacility.

    Mary’sspiritsalwaysrosewhefortheday,feelingasupliftedasabirdfreedfromitscage.Buttoday,sheseemedmoody,ruminatingos