Yesterday I sold my wedding ring and then rushed to the bank to put the money in my savings. Today I am on a plane with Lolita, heading to Manhattan for an interview with the New York Times. The sun is out and the temperature is perfect. Lolita has her head in a book and I am reading an article in the Times. I have promised her a happy life in New York. I have promised us Broadway shows on Saturday nights and shopping adventures on 5th avenue. I have promised things that he never thought of promising. The little things that make life beautiful, the little things that my daughter will cherish for the rest of her life. I once gave him my heart, but now I’m giving it to the city, to myself and to my little Lo.
We are now walking in Central Park and Lo is enjoying the sun. I could not have asked for a better setting, a better temperature, a better picture. I don’t believe in happy endings and I’m not going to promise Lo such a thing. But I do believe that we will make the best of what we get, that we will watch out for each other, that we will make it through the busy streets, that we will make it through honking taxis and crazy drivers. I hold her arm and we cross the street, where a man is selling hot dog. I take a few bills out of my purse and hand Lo a piece. The hot dog man smiles. I smile back and head for the metro; I can’t wait to show Lo our first apartment in the middle of the city. I can’t wait to unpack my bags and go under new covers. I can’t wait to sleep to the sound of motorbikes and everything else that the city will reveal.
The End