He and Karla sat, comfortably on the wicker and beige Antigua Daybed that sat in the center of his balcony, overlooking his large swimming pool and hot tub. They enjoyed the melodies of soft jazz, mango peach smoothies, and the mere company of each other. She looked up into the sky. “I used to dream of being an astronaut, when I was a little girl. Always have been fascinated with the bright stars and the thought of soaring into the sky.” He gazed at her, as she daydreamed. A refreshing cool breeze caressed her soft neck. “It’s funny how we change our minds as adults. I used to want to be a fireman. I was thrilled about saving lives. Everytime I’d watch the news and hear about a fire, I used to wish I was there to save everyone. I guess I didn’t venture far from my childhood dream. I still want to save lives. Just in a different way.” “I used to always think that the brightest star was my mother looking down on me. Watching over me,”
