In a large room, a beautiful lady in her thirties with light brownish wavy hair and hazel eyes sat in front of a big piano, playing a tune that sounded like a lullaby to her seven-year-old son, who sat beside her with the same light brown hair and little eyes closed, listening to the tune that his mother was playing on the piano. As soon as the tune ended, the beautiful woman turned to look at his son and smiled; she lightly touched his brown hair akin just like her.“Ibrahim, what is your dream?” She asked, lightly brushing his hair similar to hers.“Dream?” the seven-year-old boy inquired, gazing up at his mother's hazel eyes. She lightly chuckled at her son's cute ethic, which he inherited from her husband. Little Ibrahim had acquired his mother's appearance, but his nature is the same as his father's. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” She asked.Small Ibrahim considered what his mother had asked him, looking around to see what his small mind could grasp, but his gaze was
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