My name is Zach. And this is my dream come true through the
eyes of a 10-year-old boy named Blake.
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My name is Blake, and I like cats. I hope my cats are doing
ok at home. I am sure that my mom is taking care of them. Yes, I certainly have
nothing to worry about. The cats will be just fine. But I can’t wait to see them and my mom. I
really miss her. She is so good at being a mom. She is the only who really
understands me. She knows that I like strawberry jelly instead of grape and,
somehow, she always fixes me when I am hurt. I hate getting hurt. Some boys
like it, but I am not like other boys. No, I prefer to be civilized and read.
Why would I hurt myself in a dangerous game when I could read a good story? I
like English way better than P.E. I am definitely not like other boys…
