A dream

Last night I had a good dream: I was in Cuba, on my house. My family  was there, and some friend

too.
On the table there was a cake and I asked: Why We have a cake? Is it the birthday of anybody?
Everybody surrounded me and told me: It is January 25, honey; the day of your birthday! Then they

started kiss me and asked me to light the candles.
In that moment I felt I was not along. I already didn’t feel like a bird in a cage

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