He looked into my eyes and told me that I shouldn't just feel that I need to have children because I'm a woman. He said he can see that I might not be able to handle the weight of being held down.
He could see the wanderer in my eyes. He was weird, but he spoke as I he knew me for years. Better than my best friends. This old man that looks like he could possibly be a hobo just spoke to my soul. He called me a butterfly and told me to fly.
