Your life is your beautiful novel. You’re the author, not me. I just supply
the paper and pen. But you do the writing. You control the plot. The
twists. The turns. And it ends the way you want to end it.
P.S. Can I make a request, Babel? Can the ending have lots of dancing,
hugging, laughter, and a buffet overflowing with yummy food? Just a wish.