CHAPTER 9
Sometimes answers free us . . . and sometimes they just lead to more questions.
But questions lead to answers, right?
I was trying to give myself a pep talk, but honestly, I was just sad and discouraged. Nissi’s appearance left me with more questions to which I had no answers. I felt mad and glad all at the same time!
“I’m trying to eat millet,” I reasoned, “but I’m starving and getting sick. I just can’t seem to make myself stop eating meat, no matter how much I try. I do the things I don’t want to do. Oh, decisions, decisions . . . Ridicule versus stomach! And I’m trying so hard to understand the chicken language and the calls they make when predators come around, but all I really know is their sounds and recognize something’s wrong. I’m just not letting on that I really don’t understand them.”
Looking down in discouragement, I noticed my feet. “And look at those big stupid feet! Why do I have such gigantic yellow feet with long brown nails? And why can’t I be just one color?
Questions rolled through my mind about myself.
Why can’t I keep my enormous wings at my sides and stop spreading them, taking off, and scaring everyone? I really don’t mean to! I’m just such an oddball around here.”
“They don’t believe I can see far off and I can! I really can.”
“In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different.”
COCO CHANEL | DESIGNER
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