Sometime I’m going to try my wings, see if they’re strong enough.
I whisper, when she goes out to make more coffee, that I want to be like Charles Dickens and write about all the good and strange people. I know I’ll stay here for a while, but there’ll come a time when I take my children and strike out. I don’t know how or when, but I know I can’t simply adopt another mother. Sometime I’m going to try my wings, see if they’re strong enough. And perhaps I will write a fiction book about my life when I’m through with this, make up the end so Ruby and I go on a cruise to follow in Miss Finch’s footsteps, and May marries the Rev after his wife kicks.