Ever since I was a child, I have lived by the adage, "Dreams are the seedlings of reality."
In the vibrant lanes of my hometown, I imagined a quaint bakery—a haven where the aroma of freshly baked bread and sugar-dusted treats fills the air. I fancied names like "Sweet Haven", "The Sugar Grove", or "Baker’s Bliss", each a lyrical tribute to the art of baking, where every confection whispers its own sweet story.
Yet, my dreams soared far beyond these familiar streets. I still recall the moment I saw the Eiffel Tower on a classmate’s notebook—a vision that ignited a cherished desire. I longed for the magic of the City of Love, dreaming of that perfect moment when the love of my life would present me with a proposal beneath the shimmering lights of the Eiffel Tower. As I often say, "In love, every heartbeat is a promise."
At the very core of my heart lies another dream: family. I envision nurturing two beautiful children and embracing the joyful chaos of being a devoted dog mom to my beloved doggo—forming a unique, warm family of three. All these dreams would unfold in a cozy abode—a "green nest" adorned with lush plants, where every leaf sings a song of hope, resilience, and nature’s enduring grace.
This is my epic—a narrative woven with ambition, romance, and the tender beauty of home. Every dream and aspiration is a verse in the ever-unfolding poem of my life, reminding me that "Even the wildest dreams can bloom into reality."
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