Here I am, sitting on a plane, leaving my home of the last sixteen years of my life. The seat beside me has this empty feeling to it, until a plump middle-age man plops onto it and gives me a wide grin, revealing his stained teeth. I manage to smile back without grimacing.

I turn my gaze towards the window and think, here I am heading towards Hollywood, the land of all shining stars. I am leaving my old life—my life with Mother—and am about to embark on this journey towards my new life. No matter how I reason with myself, I am still unable to accept the cruel fact.

Mother is dead.
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