My dad took me on a ridiculously long walk toward my theatre the other day. We were going to go through the Stepford neighborhood, but instead he suddenly turned in a different direction and we just kept walking until I realized we were nearing the theatre. Suddenly I could feel my mind racing as I remembered the plans for a Hunger Games-themed Laser Tag party I had had to give up...and just as we were about to arrive at the birthday party of my dreams we veered off the path into the woods and got totally lost for 1/2 an hour.
Then today we had to make a late-night trip to Petco for some hamster fluff. When we arrived there was a tent with a bunch of homeless dogs outside the store, and I knew that I was going to bring one home.
Until my dad said I couldn't.
There has never been a better opportunity for them to surprise me. I'm depressed, I'm not having a party and I recently watched a hit-and-run involving a tiny puppy which I have been reliving for the last two days. But they're not going to.
Because that's what happens in MaddieJoy's life--she dreams and dreams, and then the dreams come true a decade later. When it's just exactly too late.