She even remembered the time when she was ten years old and Michael was two. Her uncle Daniel took them sailing in the harbor at Marina Del Rey. She could still feel the salty air breezing through her hair and could hear the screaming of the seagulls as they sailed closer to the open waters of the Pacific. The seagulls appeared to encircle them from above. She even remembered naming one of the seagulls Jonathan after a fable by Richard Bach that her uncle Daniel once read to her. Michael was exhilarated and would speak of the trip often.
Those were the happy memories that now filled her mind and awakened the dormant spirit of independence and tenacity that had been lost those past few years. Those past few years were clouded by her ritual consumption of Prozac. Marie no longer wanted to f
