Pangarap

I was driving around the town where I went to high school. I noticed the shadows cast by the trees. It made the street dark.

I saw huge mango trees, no house.

"Who owns that lot?" I asked my classmate.

"Senator ****," he said.

I thought it was a small land, judging by the entrance to the property. 

Maybe I can afford it, I thought. Maybe he's not using the land anymore, I thought. Maybe he has even forgotten about it, I thought.

A week or so later, I called the senator.

The land turns out to be several hectares, several hundred percent bigger than the 500 square meters I had in mind.

He's still using the land, and continues to develop it.  No, he definitely has not forgotten about it. 

He has been trying to sell it, in fact.

And the tax payment alone was my mental budget for the whole property.

"Do you want to buy it?" he asked.
"I wanted to, but now I know that it's bigger than I thought, and now I know my money is smaller than I believed," I said.
"You will get your farm, that's how it is like to dream," he said, kindly.
And my tears fell.