who is Bo Hua?

"Bo Hua dear, why are you standing in the middle of the night? Another dream?"

The woman was rubbing my cheek and she kept smiling. She is very pretty, but I do not know her at all. And the other weird thing is…why did she keep calling me Bo Hua?

Probably right…I'm dreaming. And in this dream, I am Bo Hua. Daughter of a very beautiful woman like an angel.

"You are weird. Let's go to sleep."

The woman continued to pull my hand slowly towards the bed. Only then did I realize that this house was not my old house either. But this room space does not change like the traditional room space in the Chinese village.

Strange.

"Your father must be out. He has been very busy with work lately."

The woman's voice was a little sad.

"Dad works, mom. He did not leave us on purpose."

I also play in my own dreams. If in my dream it was Bo Hua, I think it was not wrong for me to try.

"Maybe you are right about that. Dad accidentally left us."

Mother smiled, and I could see that smile was a sad smile. Somehow, I think something happened.

But because this is just a dream, I keep following her light steps and I continue to lie next to her.

"Lately, your father has always been unable to dream about numbers."

"Number?"

"Yes baby. Number."

As my forehead furrowed, my mother began to talk one by one.

"Since you are in my womb, your father always comes home with a lucky number. Every time there is a contest, the father has won. And dad will bring home a lot of money and gifts. But when you grow up, your father has not won for a long time. I once asked why it was like that. Your father said that he's no longer dreams about lucky numbers. "

Lucky numbers that will only appear in a dream.

Why is this thing like I used to hear?

Children's story?

But what has all this got to do with it?

"If dad can dream that, maybe we will be rich?"

Mom nodded and then I saw her fell asleep.

I was still silent and thinking. How can I help Bo Hua's family? After all this is just a dream. I will not be injured or die in my own dreams. So, I can help them.

Maybe I was sent to help them.

While I was thinking, there was a faint sound outside. I continued to get up and step towards the window. There is a figure under a banana tree, tying a red thread and then praying.

What nonsense is this?