by Reenita Hora
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Gaia asked.
She dipped her plastic loop wand deep into the jar of soap suds and then oscillated it across the open expanse to release a ripple of bubbles. Dozens and dozens of them. In moments, the airspace between us was saturated with a swarm of effervescent bubbles, one more whimsical than than…