Volatility makes one feel insecure. Flying with no strings attached is a nightmare.
My daughter wants to go abroad for a doctorate, and I’ve spent three sleepless nights in a row. Umbilical cords remain. Relationships become tumultuous if one side holds tighter.
Quivering balloons on the bumper of the car driving ahead tell me she needs a vehicle of her own – to drive to her destination. I can’t continue giving her rides.
At the next red light, I get down and cut the balloon strings. I’ll compensate the owners for their loss. But someone needs to be set free…