The girl stared out the window. Well, she could hardly be called a girl anymore. She recalled, many decades ago, wishing that she were an adult. Her mother had replied “No, you don’t.”
Eventually the girl’s wish was granted. She got married and raised three beautiful children. Now, her long hair was thinning and required chemicals to maintain its dark colour.
By no accounts was she still a girl. She was a woman. And yet, she always had a thought: “One day, when I am all grown up, I will know what I want to do with my life.”
