Wishing Stars

Imagine my happiness when I started paying for my dream home in another city.



Imagine my frustration when I discovered that it was just an empty field.



Imagine my excitement when I got a job and an apartment in the capital.



Imagine my proud smile when I had paid for and built my dream home... But don't imagine my frustration at only being able to visit it once a year, much less my hatred for my sister who even wanted to take that away from me.



... Hmm.



I don't know if I should tell you this secret. But keep it to myself.



Imagine my dream home being visited, not by small animals and birds, but by an enigmatic young man.



I had no idea how much my life would change.