I blend in the backgroud. when I arive for lunch my friends are surprised i'm not already there.

My eyes are bright, my hair has come loose from its ribbon, and Stella's scarf is waving around my neck. But that's not what I see when I look at the picture. I see three unlikely friends holding hands. And Ryan, Kenny, and Melanie are standing behind us, rapt. And in the sky above us, I see a miracle.

It's not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.

When I was your age I knew nothing about the world or my place in it. I figured I'd be someone's wife, then someone's mother. It never occurred to me to be someone myself.

When people see you're happy doing what you're doing, it sort of takes the power away from them to tease you about it.

I'm sorry for the randomness of what I wrote, Mr. Oswald. There's been a lot to absorb.' Without looking up, he says, 'Never apologize for writing your truth, Mr. Fink. There are no right or wrong answers.

I've learned that everyone can do their part to repair the world