In a matter of minutes, I see my dream shatter in pieces. We are not going to America. I can’t believe this doomed future fate of mine. I run upstairs, my Soul contracts, my life is over. I don’t say much and put the blanket over my head.
Florian, who has listened to our conversation, runs to his room, crying loudly, “Why don’t we go?” He has never been more upset. Somehow Florian’s huge disappointment does the trick. It moves Syb’s Soul to courageously stand up and speak. He reaches within himself and says the magic words, “OKAY, why not now! Why wait?”