I’m sure that the little girl in that back seat is waving at us. She looks like me as a child. Brown eyes big as saucers, frizzy pigtails with loose ribbons, a crooked, mischievous smile. Thinking about that girl, the girl that I once was, emboldens me. I turn to my mother.
“So, I have some news…” I begin.
“What is it?”
“They called me yesterday. I got it! I’m going to be a travel writer. Getting to travel the world and write – that’s my dream!”
“Oh, that’s nice, I guess.”
“You guess? Mom, this is my dream job! I’m going to get to see the world for free and write about it.”
“I know, honey. I was just hoping that…maybe…you and Brian…”
“Mom, I told you that Brian and I broke up weeks ago…”
“But, all of my friends are grandparents now. They always ask when you’re going to settle down and I don’t know what to say…”
“Tell them I’m happy.”
The light turns green and I signal for a right turn. The car in front of us keeps straight and I blow a kiss to that little girl as it disappears around the curve.