![]() ![]() I was always worried that maybe I’d get wrapped up in it and end up like them. My parents talked at me, not to me.īeing like them was the furthest thing from what I wanted. That was the natural plan for things, but they never asked me what I wanted to do. I’ve heard them say it many times over dinner-when they could manage to make it home in time for one. ![]() My parents want me to use it for college and maybe even become a lawyer like them. I went to the best all-girls private boarding school in the States and had a trust fund that would never leave me lacking my heart’s desire. The own a law practice together, and I’m pretty sure I was a mistake late in life-one they thought for a moment they might want or could handle, but it turned out their money handled me for them. They try to find time for me, but they always seem to love their jobs more. She kissed me on both cheeks before reluctantly letting me go with tears in her eyes.īoth my parents are workaholics. ![]() She’s been my nanny and caregiver my entire life, but she’s more of a mom to me than my own mother. Not that there was even anyone to say goodbye to besides Larsa. I only got it in the mail this morning, and afterwards I was practically running out the front door almost forgetting to say my goodbyes. I hold my passport tight in my hand, feeling like it’s my lifeline. ![]()
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