So we walk home. It’s already dark by the time we leave the mall, and the sky is full of stars. I look up and thank Becky for the push, Olivia for the advice, L. Frank Baum for writing The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, my grandma for having existed, and the people who invented scenes after movie credits and armrest supports that can be moved. Without all of you, none of this would have been possible.
