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It's Funny How In That Moment I See Things Clearly. Am I Beaten Down? Yes. Have I Allowed Myself To Become A Victim? Somewhat. Am I Afraid? Always. Does Some Part Of Me Still Long To Fly Away From This Place? Absolutely. But I Can't Leave. Sam And I Have Built A Life For Joy. It Isn't Perfect, But It's A Life. My Family's Happiness Means More To Me That Starting Over Again. Page 210

In Every Message She Spoke Of Birds, Of Flight, Of The World Away. Even Back Then, She Flew Against What Was Presented To Her. I Wanted To Cling To Her Wings And Soar, No Matter How Intimidated I Was.

But There Are Certain Books I Would Never Put On A Kindle Because You Want To Be Able To Look At Graphs And Photos Or The Footnotes And Maps. You Can't See That.

It Used To Happen In Villages And Towns In China That They Would Have - I Guess You'd Call Them Beauty Contests - Where All Of The Women Of A Particular Village Or Town Would Be Seated Behind These Screens Or Curtains With Only Their Feet Showing.

Maybe We're All Like That With Our Mothers. They Seem Ordinary Until One Day They're Extraordinary.