Right now my life is a mess, thought Joy to herself. Her mother didn’t think she had a purpose in life and had spiraled into a depression, her father had found his purpose in a 26-year-old hippie and had devoted his life to being a child.

It was a dark summer morning. Normally around this time of year the sun had fully come out of her winter shell. I walk outside and try to spot a little ray of sunshine somewhere, but no such luck. It’s just me and a grey day.

I followed my passion. It was kind of a weird feeling. The first time that I went down a waterslide. I decided that I would try the fastest one first. Pretty bad decision, but it makes for a good story now.

In een oogwenk was ik bij haar. Ze keek me met grote ogen aan. Ze was bang. Diezelfde angst moest ze in mijn ogen ook zien.