The Bride of the Dream

This story happened three years ago, when I was in my last year at the institute for the tourism manager. Now I am 23, though I am young, but I already have a wife and three months ago my son Ilya was born. I still thank God for what happened to me then.

This is a kind story about my introduction to my wife. I was 20 years old, I was doing well at the institute, I had a lot of friends. I rented an apartment with my best friend Oleg (he was 21 at the time).

This is a kind story about my introduction to my wife. I was 20 years old, I was doing well at the institute, I had a lot of friends. I rented an apartment with my best friend Oleg (he was 21 at the time).

One night while I was sleeping, I dreamt about a beautiful girl. She had a great figure, black hair, red lips, and brown eyes (like Snow White from a fairy tale). She directly beckoned me with her gaze and held out her hand. Then the alarm clock rang, and I started to get ready for the institute.

As soon as I stepped out of the doorway, I saw a girl who looked unbelievably like the beauty from the dream. I walked past her without even saying hello. Not out of arrogance, but out of shock. Then every night I dreamt about her and we walked around Kiev. Every day I saw her in all the store windows and even in the institute.

I soon got to know her. She turned out to be a nice girl from the provinces, without any city tricks or ponces, and was a good hostess. And after a month of getting to know her, I asked her out. Two years later we got married and got married.

I’ve been a model dad for a month now, raising my son. My wife’s name is Elizabeth, and she is one week younger than me. I love her and my son more than anything in the world, and I thank God for them every day I live.

Love and cherish your family because you will never have another

Sophie Hayes Member since 12/02/2020

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