She hoped that she would always remember this moment when all she felt was love for her sister rather than resentment, when she didn’t care if Margot was the perfect daughter, when it didn’t matter that she was the self-centered one who wanted to fly away over the rooftops, past the canals, past the river and the plane trees, to a world where there was sunshine all year round, where the birds in the trees were the only sound she could hear.
