Leslie had a long dream.

She went back to the age of around seven or eight inside the dream.

She was wearing a pink princess dress. Her daddy was holding her and fishing by the lake. When she was little she was mischievous. She likes to make trouble to get the attention of her parents.

She picked up some small stones and threw them into the water. The lake immediately swept up a layer of water, ripples after ripples.

Dad patted her cheeks and said, "Doesn't Leslie ...