|Such a Wonderful Gift|
In some ways I didn't want to leave NY, but it felt like the thing I needed to do. When speaking with them, if I didn't want to leave, why was I? I tried to explain to them that there may come a day in their life when they wanted to do something and it might not make sense to anyone other than them, or it might not make sense at all, but they would know they would have to do it. Then they might remember our conversation and what I said and understand better why I said it.
One of my nieces made me a handmade photo album and gave it to me that day. Above is the cover. I would show you what is inside, except that my sister would not take kindly to it, I am certain. But inside are pictures of my nieces and artwork. When my niece gave it to me, I started to cry.
When I got to California, it was prominently displayed.