Growing up, my bedroom was right above my parents’ bedroom and I used to hear them laughing before they went to sleep. If you were around my parents, you want to be married; you want to have what they have.
She was reading her favourite books again. When the world gets too big and heavy, and when it feels like everything is building like skyscrapers around her, she goes into her room and brings out her books. She reads her favourite novel and her favourite picture book. She reads them again and again until everything makes more sense. She reads because the real world never makes sense.