Book3:WereMyDreamIs
tyforthepoorhomelessbeggar.HewalkedoverandheldoutsomethingtowardsDimitrisaying, “Here.Thisisforyoutopywith.”Dimitriheldouthishands,ranhisfingersovertheobjedkwasatoyliketheonehehadpyedwithwhenhewasaboy.Itwasasmallgssbottleattachedwithatinystrawcircledwithsomewire.Helookedtowardstheboyandsaid, “Thankyouverymuch.Godblessyou.It’sverykindofyou.”Theboygiggledandranbaotherawoofthemwalkedawayholdinghands.Dimitriwasjustfeelingboredwwhattodowithhistimewhenherewasatoyhehadnotpyedwithsincehewassmall.Hehadlongfottenthatsuchathied.Pullingoutthestopper,hedippedhistinystrawintothebottleandblewonit.Astringofmulti-coloredsoapbubblesfloatedintotheair.Dimitriseemedtohaverecoveredthechildlikeinnoceofhi