A Dreamcatcher for a Chubby Girl
4 hrs. 44 min.
Description
“Buy it—you won’t regret it.”
The saleswoman of a strange kind urged me to buy a dream catcher from her. “You’re being haunted by nightmares, aren’t you? Here you go, dear one. It’ll help you. You’ll only see sweet dreams.”
She kept insisting. “No, I don’t need it. I don’t believe all this nonsense.”
I resisted as best I could.
“And it’s a pity,” the woman scolded me. “You want to lose weight?”
“I do,” I blurted out before I had time to think.
“Then take it together with a notebook.” The saleswoman shoved a notebook with the catcher into my hands in the most brazen way. “Write down what you want to see, and your dreams will come true.”
Oh, I wish I hadn’t gone into that shop at all—if only I could keep living in ignorance of the secrets of my family.
The saleswoman of a strange kind urged me to buy a dream catcher from her. “You’re being haunted by nightmares, aren’t you? Here you go, dear one. It’ll help you. You’ll only see sweet dreams.”
She kept insisting. “No, I don’t need it. I don’t believe all this nonsense.”
I resisted as best I could.
“And it’s a pity,” the woman scolded me. “You want to lose weight?”
“I do,” I blurted out before I had time to think.
“Then take it together with a notebook.” The saleswoman shoved a notebook with the catcher into my hands in the most brazen way. “Write down what you want to see, and your dreams will come true.”
Oh, I wish I hadn’t gone into that shop at all—if only I could keep living in ignorance of the secrets of my family.
