"You look like a star, Molly. Too bad you're just a nanny," Roger casually said. Something died inside of me, and for a moment, I wanted to run back inside to change.
The high-fashion dress and stilettos accessorized with sunglasses gave me an amazing look, but it never reminded me of my glorious days.
Sorrow weighed heavy on my heart, but I replied, "Thanks for the compliment, Roger. Peace of mind matters more than being a star."
Confusion clouded Roger's mind as he sat in the back seat with us. The driver drove to his school, and on the way, Roger spoke again.
"It's pathetic that because you can't reach the sky, you put peace of mind above it. When you are a star, you have everything and can do whatever you like. What is better than that?"
As a four-year-old, I understoo
