I kept asking myself if I felt different, if I was different. The answer was always yes. I was no longer nothingโฆ How odd, I thought; it had taken my motherโs death, Father Quinelโs murder, and the desire of others to kill me to claim a life of my own.
AviNow give me a kiss, say you love me and off you go." "Sure, Aunt Lu," I said, and I gave her the kiss she wanted. Then I ran out and caught my bus. I didn't say I loved her. I guess I did. But asking someone to say they love you--and she always asked--is like buying yourself a birthday present. It's more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it.
AviIt all depends on you. If you want it to be different,it will be different. Don't look at the world with your eyes but with your heart.
Avi