It seemed remote to me, and far too distant, the time when I too should smile and be at ease, and I wished it could come quickly; that I could be old even, with gray hair and slow of step, having lived here many years—anything but the timid, foolish creature I felt myself to be.
I notice she's always dreaming about the future; how her life will be. But almost never do we see her enjoying her present, how her life is.
It's quite sad to me.
