[Granny](KKNKJMNW)'s house was always bustling, especially when a task was at hand. Today, [Granny](KKNKJMNW) handed her granddaughter, [Girl](PXQT5J27), a couple of folded bills with a clear mission: 'Run to di shop quick an’ bring mi back some bread! No daydreamin’, yuh hear?' [Girl](PXQT5J27) nodded but her heart raced with the excitement of her wandering, always-imaginative mind. What else would [Granny](KKNKJMNW) expect from a 14-year-old dreamer?

As [Girl](PXQT5J27) left [Granny](KKNKJMNW)'s house, the bustling Jamaican street sang to her with laughter and movement. The shop wasn’t far, but the neighborhood's sights stirred her curious soul. Longing to escape to far-off places, she passed vendors selling tropical fruits, cars honking, and kids playing marbles on the ground. Her mind began to wander...

With each step, [Girl](PXQT5J27)'s imagination took a leap, and soon her surroundings began to change. In her dream-like haze, the bustling tropical streets of Jamaica melted into enchanting views of illuminated Parisian storefronts, cobblestone paths, and the grand Eiffel Tower towering in the distance. Was she really there? Could this be Paris?

[Girl](PXQT5J27) entered a quaint Parisian cafe, the aromas of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries inviting her in. She hurried to the counter and practiced the French phrases she'd learned in school, ordering a steamy black coffee and a buttery croissant with confidence. The shopkeeper stared quizzically—surely he never expected such fluent French from a young Jamaican girl!

Proudly clutching her baguette and coffee, [Girl](PXQT5J27) explored the streets of Paris. She marveled at the river Seine, the intricate balconies on the old buildings, and the street performers who twirled and played accordions. Her heart raced as she realized just how far her dreams had taken her.

There was just one thing that seemed out of place: a distant voice, getting louder and louder. 'Likkle girl! Yuh betta leggo di bread nuh!' [Girl](PXQT5J27) froze. The French shopkeeper's voice seemed to shift, morphing into [Granny](KKNKJMNW)'s stern Jamaican tone. The Parisian streets began to flicker like the static of an old TV screen.

Before she knew it, a sharp smack on her back jolted her back to reality. There she was, standing in the middle of the road back in Jamaica, clutching an invisible baguette and scaring passers-by with her intense, dreamy gestures. [Granny](KKNKJMNW) stood behind her, fuming.

'Gyal! Mi send yuh fe bread, not fe act like yuh gone mad! What's wrong with yuh?' [Granny](KKNKJMNW) barked, pulling [Girl](PXQT5J27) by her ear towards the shop. [Girl](PXQT5J27) stumbled after her, reality sinking back in like a heavy stone. She sighed; Paris had only been a dream… for now.

As they reached the shop, [Girl](PXQT5J27) saw the real bread and biscuits [Granny](KKNKJMNW) had sent her for. Her cheeks flushed as she realized just how much trouble her daydreaming had caused. Still, as she handed over the money, a small, secret smile crept across her face. She'd made it to Paris—if only in her mind.

That night, [Girl](PXQT5J27) lied in bed and stared at the starry night sky. 'One day,' she thought, 'I'll really go to Paris. Not in a dream, but for real. And next time, [Granny](KKNKJMNW) will be proud of me.'