“Sometimes I think I’d like to start again,” she says. “I would go someplace far away where no one knew my name.”
“I could dye my hair blue or pink or completely white, and change my name to Ruth. I’d pack my favorite pillow and a case full of cash and I swear I wouldn’t look back – not once.”
“Then I wake up,” she shakes her head, “and think how selfish it is to be able to leave all this behind.”
“What does it say about me that I can run away so easily? What does it say about what I’m leaving behind?”