“I want to be someone else,” she blurts, and her eyes start to well. I want the stars back, the bright honeyed hazel eyes that look at everything with wonder. “I want to be like you.” “No, you don’t,” I laugh sharply. “I’m not brave or cool or anything fun, I’m just… I’m careful. I’m good, and it’s still not enough. I want to be more.” “You can be whatever you want to be.”
