In Mihdi's family, there was mom and dad, three sisters at home, and a brother and sister grown and away. They dreamed the dreams of other families - living in a nice house with a white picket fence, in a nice neighbourhood, with nice neighbours, decent schools, a car or three in every garage, work for dad, committee time for mom, lessons and activities for the children with university a certain goal. In short, they dreamed and expected to be able to plan and live their lives as they chose with success and rewarding outcomes assured.
Yet, while there are those who still believe in fairytales, and, indeed, still think they see such scenarios being played out, many of us have come face to face, and rather abruptly so, with the fact that life, real life on the streets, in our hearts, of our minds, is not quite as easy, quite as straight forward as we had dreamed it would be. Indeed, especially if we dare to travel to any kind of depth within ourselves, we discover that it is a difficult road to travel with many pitfalls and snares awaiting us.
And, so it was for this family.
