My name is Hope and I am, well I am what’s in the name.
I am hope.
It’s confusing sometimes I’m another worldly spirit inspiring people.
Then sometimes I’m just an ordinary girl.
Well ordinary apart from the fact I’m hope and hope is perfection.
I live in a perfect house, with perfect parents and a perfect dog. Everything is perfect. I get perfect grades and I do everything my parents say. There is never a raised voice in our house. There are times when I see a glimpse of another world, a world which is not like mine. I see a homeless man on the street with his ripped sleeping bag and his dirty hungry dog. It’s a world which is unfamiliar to me and that is scary.