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"And here is the announcement for entrepreneur of the year"
I'm anxiously waiting for the person to utter the winner's name. To get such a prestigious award is one of my dreams.
"It's none other than Sander Morgan from New Orleans."
Claps! Claps! Claps!
A thunderous applause fills the air in the big hall. Happy tears roll down my cheeks.
"Hi, Sweetie" a voice interrupts. It is my mom's.
I slowly open my eyes and realize it was just a dream. I rub my eyes and ask mom, "How long am I asleep?"
"Well, sweetie. Why don't you just get up and find it out yourself?"
"Okay, momm....." I push my soft, white quilt away and stand up cracking my knuckles. When my mom is about to leave my room, I call after her and say, "And, please don't call me sweetie again."
"Okay, big boy!" she exclaims.
When I step down into the hallway, a pair of hands blindfolds me. I sense that it is my dad's.
"Dad. This isn't time for blind man's buff." I groan.
He slowly guides me to the front yard and lets go of his hold on me.
"Surprise!" He cries out.
What I see is awesome! It's a brand new car.
"Thank you, dad." I hug him and he kisses my cheeks.
"Dad! You can't kiss me like this. I'm a grown-up now."
"You are still my little boy, son," he says cupping my face in his hands.