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Sara dipped her beaker into the soapy water before blowing into it; the soapy bubbles that emerged from its end took on a magical sheen in the afternoon sunlight, reflecting colors of the rainbow in each one of them.
"I don't care what you think. Sara is coming home with me tonight," her mother's voice droned against her father's in the background. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the task at hand; trying to ignore the constant bickering that had become a regular affair between her parents.
If she tried hard enough, she could see herself reflected in the nearest bubble, her parents smiling in the background; and she could pretend that they were a happy family, just like old times.
She tried to ignore the pang that gripped her heart whenever reality hit her on the face and continued to blow bubbles, watching them drift away, floating into the wind like fragments of broken dreams.