mom was too afraid of the big world to leave Old Jim and his inn so they were kind of trapped there, working just for food and shelter and nothing more. When she was younger, she was content with the rag doll, her only toy, to keep her company while her mom was working.
But now, as she grew older, she wanted, she wished, she needed more from life… She saw the people coming and going from the inn, the smiles on their faces while they were eating and drinking and having fun and she compared their careless lives with her life and her mother's life. The more she thought about it, the more she wished to see her mother smiling carelessly like them, as if they had no worries or troubles in this world. But her mother's smiles got fainter and fewer and only when they were finally resting, before falling asleep. Her once beautiful lips had gotten thinner and her hair had many white streaks now… There was no light in her tired eyes, Sam could see her eyes from under the tables where she was playing with her rag doll, hidden from view. She wished…. But as she was daydreaming, Sam stumbled upon a rock and fell. She didn’t get hurt, but she decided to lay on the grass a few moments before gathering more firewood. She lay on the grass, smelling its sweet fresh aroma and enjoying the few fluffy clouds on the otherwise clear blue sky. Without even realizing it, she fell asleep. She was tired from the chores she had to do the other day and the beautiful weather outside took her worries and thoughts away and sent her to the land of dreams. She was always happy when she was dreaming. In her dreams, she was always free and had a place of her own. But she never dreamt her mother there with her, as strange as that was when she remembered her dreams after waking up. If she thought about it, as much as she loved her mother, she rarely dreamt about her mom.
But she couldn’t dream what she wanted, right?
She dreamt about her dream house again. She was standing on the porch, enjoying a sunny day. But somehow she felt a storm was coming