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Today has been no different, and for the past week, I have picked up my friend, a 12 year old girl, and taken her to school, since her mom is recovering from Pneumonia. I have been enjoying how observant my passenger is: about me and other people, the moon still in the morning sky, about the tree that fell on her neighbor's house, about her girlfriends, about her favorite subjects, about her static hair... 

When I was 12, I was so serious! I prayed to God, everyday, that my mom would not answer the telephone, so I would not have to be an ambassador for another sibling into our already crowded home. Prayed that my baby sister would listen to me and stop crying. Prayed that I could make time to actually DO my homework. Prayed that my parents actually knew I was a good girl. 

When I was 12, I was like Cinderella. I always was cleaning and doing chores. When I had a moment's peace was when I could indulge in daydreaming and as I sat on the school bus, I was in a different world, isolated from other people and their distractions. When I was 12, I dreamed of a life in the city (like "That Girl" from TV.) I dreamed of enjoying the life my sister Sarah had in NYC. I wanted to be an actress and a writer. I wanted to have a room that I did not have to share. I wanted space to run. I dreamed I could run away. I dreamed that my mother was searching for me in Korea and that she regretted losing me. I dreamed we found each other...

Other times, I dreamed of invitations to go to cocktail parties and humdrumming and hob-knobbing at galleries and concerts. I dreamed I'd pick the most intelligent and handsome bachelor on "The Dating Game."

Today, I don't dream enough. I live in a real world. Feet planted securely on the ground. I feel okay, but, it a moment, as I dropped my 12 year old friend off to school, I remembered my potential...