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Previously,
on Little Fires Everywhere...

Mia kidnapped Pearl.

What's going to New York
and abandoning your family

to go play Nancy Drew?

Why am I being punished for...
For learning the truth?

I just think about Pearl.

Learning about what you
did in a court proceeding?

Is fighting for someone else's
child worth losing your own?

Why did you date me for the last
year and a fucking half?

Because I did love you!

You have no idea how hard
it's been for me recently.

What my mom expects from me?

- What?
- It's hard to be your mom!

Then don't be.

You won't swim forever.

I promise.

Yeah. She's definitely
covering something up.

Probably another guy.

There is only one person here
who is May Ling's mother,

and that is Bebe Chow.

I have no further questions
for this witness, Your Honor.

Are you out of your mind?
What are you doing?

Sit. Down.

Why don't we go somewhere to talk?

Just you and I.

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? Come and take me ?

Trip, God, you don't put
the whole lemon in.

But that's what it
said on the infomercial.

Idiot. Just let Moody do it.

Oh, baby! Our first customers.

Wait, Izzy, you were supposed
to stock the bank.

Here, run back to the house.

Hurry!

Hey, Mrs. McCarren! Hey, Jack!

Do you want some
lemonade? It's fat-free.

Why is the door open?

- Oh, my goodness.
- Get it, get it.

- Get it!
- No, it's over there.

- Stop, please, you're scaring it.
- What is going on?

- It pooped on the mantle.
- Shoo it towards the door.

Who is responsible for this?

She brought it in. It's Izzy's fault.

It was a cardinal. It was hurt.

- I wanted to save it.
- It pooped on the couch, too.

I'm gonna have to clean this up
before your father gets home.

- I'm gonna find the bleach.
- I'll help, Mommy.

Thank you, Lexie.

Trip, put away all the sports equipment.

'Kay.

- At least the bird's okay.
- Not really.

What do you mean?

Once a human touches a baby bird,
its mother rejects it forever.

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You should take those upstairs
so the children don't see.

I know I was out of line yesterday,
but can we talk?

It's Linda's testimony today.
I can't be late.

You knew I was going to return these.

Why did I find them in the garbage?

That's what we do in this house, right?

Throw away the things we don't like.

Honey, it's getting late. Are you... oh.

Oh, no. Are... are you okay?

What's the matter?

He broke up with me.

He broke up with you?

Yeah.

You know,
these high school relationships,

they feel so serious.

I think this is a blessing in disguise.

You're gonna be going to Yale

and you're gonna meet so many young men.

I think there's gonna be someone
who's a better fit for you.

Stay home if you have to. Okay, honey?

Hey.

Hey.

I would like to talk.

What's the point?

All you ever do is lie.

- Wait, Pearl, wait.
- No.

We can't stay in one place
because of your art, lie.

We have no money. Lie.

We have no family. Lie.

My dad didn't want me. Lie.

He wanted me so bad you had
to steal me away from him.

Pearl, I am so sorry.

I don't know exactly
what Elena told you...

You told him I died.

You told my father,

who wanted me, that his kid was dead.

Okay.

See, you stand around
judging everyone else,

acting like Elena's full of shit,
but you are.

You've mentioned in
your earlier testimony

that you've spent all
your life here in Shaker.

Uh, yes, uh...

except for the four
years that I was at OSU,

um, and various travels.

So in your various travels,
have you ever visited China?

Uh, not yet, but we plan to.

We think it's really important to keep

Mirabelle connected
to her birth culture.

How are you at present trying to connect

May Ling to her birth culture?

Uh, well, she's only one.

So we haven't really started yet,
but eventually.

- Are any of May Ling's dolls Asian?
- No.

You know, and I looked everywhere,
but no one makes Asian dolls.

Not even American Girl.

I have a seven-year-old daughter.
I know how challenging it can be.

Uh, her uncle gave her a giant
stuffed panda, which she loves.

It's not, um, but I, you know.

Is May Ling's race and identity
not a serious matter to you?

No, of course it is.

Did you serve fortune cookies
at her first birthday party?

I didn't serve her fortune cookies.
They were, um,

a gift from a friend who thought

it might be a cute nod.

Are you aware fortune
cookies aren't Chinese?

Look, Mark and I don't pretend
to be experts in Chinese culture.

- We...
- Forget about being an expert.

What about just acknowledging it?

I mean, we are,
but race isn't everything.

It's not the only thing
that matters here.

What box did you check as
your race preference

on your adoption paperwork?

Objection, Your Honor. Uh, relevance.

Overruled.

We checked the box for a white child.

Um, like any parents,
when we sought to adopt,

we had certain ideas of
who our child would be.

But, you know, when
Mirabelle needed a family,

we didn't ask what race she was.

It didn't matter.

When we held her in our arms,
all the notions of...

who we thought our child
would be just melted away.

I mean...

she was perfect.

Do you know Mirabelle's given name?

Yes, May Ling.

So if she was perfect, as you say,

why did you change it?

Um, well, I mean, every mother
wants to name her baby.

I wanted her to feel a
connection to our family.

To make us hers and her ours.

But she wasn't yours.
The adoption wasn't finalized.

It still isn't, in fact.

Did you consider that you
were erasing her identity?

- Negating her Chinese heritage?
- No, I'm not erasing anything.

I'm not the one who abandoned her baby.

That's what she did.

I took her in. I nursed
her back to health.

I mean, when she stumbles, I catch her.

When she's afraid?

When she's afraid, she reaches for me.

You know, she didn't come from my body,

and I'm sad about that.

But that doesn't make
me any less of a mother.

You know, she may look Chinese,
but she's our daughter.

What do you mean, she may look Chinese?

May Ling is Chinese.

- Just like her mother.
- I mean, she may look Chinese,

but she's American!

I mean, I'm, I,
I'm, nobody gets it right.

Sometimes I say the wrong thing.

No mother gets it right a
hundred percent of the time,

but I love her! I'm doing my best.

But Bebe Chow wasn't?

Look, I have no doubt you are
trying your best, Mrs. McCullough.

But if your best is fortune
cookies and cute nods...

When you have every
resource at your disposal?

If your best is
that race doesn't matter...

- That's not what I said.
- Then your family is not

where she belongs.

- I do...
- No further questions, Your Honor.

No, I've been her mother
for almost a year.

- No further questions, Your Honor.
- That's longer than she ever has.

You may be dismissed, Mrs. McCullough.

Any further witnesses or testimony?

No, Your Honor.

No, Your Honor.

Then thank you all.

I will deliberate and
reach a verdict shortly.

Chapter Five. Beneath the Facade:

A Look at Race in Shaker Heights.

Shaker Heights, known
for its handsome boulevards

and opulent homes,

is credited for pioneering a
truly integrated community.

A suburban utopia where all
races can live in harmony.

Nowhere is the town's racial
consciousness more evident

than in the public schools,

where courses on racial
sensitivity are taught,

and every sport is encouraged
to have racial symmetry.

But surface attempts to
create equity mask a facade

revealing a complicated history
of racial and cultural tension.

In the middle of the century,

as Jewish and African-American
home buyers flocked to Shaker,

for the utopia that was promised,

many white residents fled.

And, after a bomb exploded in the garage

of a new African-American resident,

the town's utopian image was shattered.

To help boost its image,

Shaker Heights soon
implemented financial incentives

to keep neighborhoods integrated.

It was heralded as a progressive
model for other cities to emulate.

Yet it begs the question.

If Shaker has to pay white families
to live amongst African-Americans,

how progressive is it?

Here, I'll put this in here, okay?
You want it?

You want to put him right in here?

Hi.

Hey.

Hi.

How are you holding up?

Well, they said it would
be open-and-shut

and it would take hours,
and it's almost a week.

I know, I know.
Bill is really anxious, too.

Yeah, well, the stakes are
a little lower for him.

I've been thinking that, um,

maybe there's something
that we can dig up on her

that shows you what
kind of person she is.

She abandoned her baby.
She didn't want her.

I don't know what else he needs.

Do-do you think that maybe she
didn't want her from the beginning?

What do you mean?

- Mama!
- Wait, what's that, my girl?

Mama.

She said it!

What did you just say, mama?

Mama!

You said it!

You said Mama.

Ooh, I'm your mama. I'm your mama.

I'm your mama.

You're lucky we didn't get a citation.

- I don't want any of it.
- I don't care.

You just can't leave
it in the front yard.

Well, okay then. Burn it.

Give it away.

I'm done with it.
I'm done with all of it.

Hon, you have three and half years left.

And then, you can go off and
be whoever you want to be.

But until that time,
just keep your head down

and try to get through it, okay?

Is that what you're doing?

Keeping your head down?
Sleeping on the couch.

Isabelle, you are a child.

You have no concept of the deals
we've had to make to live this life.

You have no idea what
real problems are, and until you do,

you're going to put
your curtains back up,

put those fucking Keds
back in the closet,

and just grow up!

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So that's what you've been doing?

God, I can't believe after
everything that you've done,

- you're still sitting here judging her.
- What?

I saw the photos, the...
the pantyhose, the calendar.

I saw everything.

You lit her face on fire.

- How sick.
- You are not to go in my studio

- and through my things.
- You stole from Elena.

Has it ever occurred to you why she
told you the truth about my past?

- Because it's my past, too.
- That's not why she told you.

She told me because I
have the right to know.

- Okay.
- Because she actually cares about me.

She may care about you,

but she told you to get back
at me because she hates me.

- No.
- Yes, yes.

There is so much I need to tell you.

- Can you please just...
- No.

- No, we need to talk. We need...
- No!

I want you to call him.

Who?

My dad.

Tell him that I'm alive.

Tell him what you did.

Tell him that I want to talk to him.

I ca...

Forget it.

I'm sure Elena would be happy to do it.

Pearl?

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Hello?

Hi, is this-this still
the Ryan residence?

It is. This is Madeline.

Who's calling?

Hello?

Mia?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Elena, good to see you.
- Yes, good to see you.

Thank you for seeing me
on such short notice.

Oh, no problem, but my God.

How, how's Linda holding up?

- You know, barely standing.
- Yeah.

Well, I can't even imagine.

Well, that's what I
wanted to talk to you about.

Um, the case is coming
down to the judge deciding

who is the most fit,
or the most deserving mother.

And we heard about
what happened with Bebe

after she gave birth,
but there was no testimony

about what she did
while she was pregnant.

So I started wondering
if she'd come here

or another branch for a consult.

Just to discuss her options.

I... but that would be confidential.

Well, yes, of course, of course.

- And I know you have to say that.
- No, no, really.

Elena, I mean,
that would be against the law.

I'm in the business of helping women,

not weaponizing their right to choose.

Okay, no one supports a woman's
right to choose more than I do.

You know, my mother was on
the board here for many years,

and I'm also in the
business of helping women.

You certainly remember who
recommended you for this job.

Are you saying that I should
do this because I owe you?

Hold on.

Hello.

No, I-I'm with someone right now.

Go on. I'll-I'll wait.

Exam room B. Okay, I'll be right there.

- I really think that we're done here.
- Oh, no, no, I-I don't mind.

All right, I'll be right back.

Did you really think I
wouldn't figure it out?

Moody.

Because Trip's the idiot, not me.

Moody, Moody, listen, hold on, stop.
Listen, I can explain.

- Fuck you!
- Moody, hold on, dude.

We can explain.

I thought you had self-respect.

Moody, it's not what
it looks like, okay?

It's-it's not what you think.
Just please, listen to me.

Are you kidding me?
This is exactly what I think.

Just stop. Just stop, dude.

- Please.
- You please stop, dude!

Moody, we messed up. I messed up, okay?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Just listen to me. Let me explain.

I thought you were smarter than
the sluts who do it with him.

I didn't think you were one of them.

Trip! Guys, stop.

Moody, stop. Get off of him.

- I hate you, Trip.
- Trip, Trip, stop. Guys, stop!

Moody.

Moody, I need to have a conversation...

- What happened to your face?
- Nothing.

What has gotten into you lately?

Did you really think
I wasn't gonna find out

about Pearl and the abortion?

- What?
- I did not raise you

to be irresponsible.

What are you talking about?

I'm sorry, did...

How do you not know about...

- Talk to Trip.
- Moody.

- Moody, why would I talk to Trip?
- Because he is the one with Pearl.

What are you talking about?

Mom.

It's Dad. The verdict's in.

And how will your family celebrate?

Oh, how will we celebrate?

Uh, well, it's been so arduous,

we haven't really thought
much past the verdict.

How do you want to celebrate, Mirabelle?

Maybe with a nap and an episode
of Barney and Friends.

Now, the trial covered
some difficult testimony.

Did you ever feel that you
might lose your daughter?

I had complete faith that the judge
would make the right decision.

We believe in the system.

Research indicates that a relationship
with the biological family

can benefit an adopted child.

Will you let Mirabelle spend
time with her birth mother?

Well, I think my clients have
demonstrated over and over again

their willingness to do...

You know, I, we're her parents,

and it's up to us to
protect our daughter.

The important thing is
that we're a family,

and we'd like to go be one now,
so thank you.

- Yeah, thank you.
- Thank you, everybody, that's enough.

- That's all.
- The verdict was

a rude awakening for Ms. Chow,

who unsurprisingly left the
courthouse earlier in tears.

What are your thoughts
about the verdict?

How do you feel about the judge?

It is the most egregious
misinterpretation

of "in the best interest of the child"
I have ever witnessed.

Why are you so upset?

Of course they won. They always do.

The rich people.

The beautiful people,
the popular people.

They think they own everything and

don't give a shit about anybody else.

Fuck 'em.

Fuck 'em all.

Fuck you, too.

You're acting the exact same way.

She's not yours. You know that, right?

You don't just deserve
her because you liked her.

Nobody asked you.

You think that just because
you bought her some bike

and gave her some stupid notebook,
she's indebted to you?

Who are you? Mom?

She had a fucking abortion.

Okay?

- Pearl?
- Yes.

Mom knows. She told me.

And you believe Mom?

She'd say anything
to make it seem like...

What?

- Did you have an abortion?
- Get out.

No, I heard you puking in our bathroom

and I saw you leaving
Mia's with that bag.

Izzy, get the fuck out. I'm serious.

Mom thinks it was Pearl, and you know

she's gonna use that against Mia.

If you don't tell her, I will.

Fine.

Say whatever the fuck
you want to say, Izzy.

Because Mom would never,
in a million years,

believe you over me.

It's okay.

- There, there. I know, I know.
- I can't live without her.

Shh.

It's okay.

Shh.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You have to stop blaming yourself.

He's my brother. It's my problem.

This isn't your fault.

But I was the one who kissed you.

What I did was wrong.

We.

- What we did.
- It was wrong.

But we're not wrong.

I mean, you...

you still, like...

you still want to be together, right?

My whole life, I've been dragged around.

It's like I don't even
think about what I want

because no one ever asked me.

And I don't even know
who I am or what I want.

All I know is that I
don't want to be like her.

But you do know what you want, Pearl.

You knew it when you moved to Shaker.

You knew it when you...

you know, asked me to study.

And your mom, look, I know.
I know you're pissed off at your mom.

I get it.

But she did what she
did to hold onto you.

I would do anything
to hold onto you, too.

What about Moody?

He's your brother.

I mean, shouldn't you
fight to hold onto him, too?

She sounded like...

she was dying.

She's not dying.

She'll be okay?

She'll survive, if that's what you mean.

But...

there is no pain like
the loss of a child.

It's how I'd feel if I lost you.

When I was pregnant with Pearl,
I drove out to California.

And one night, it was 2:00
or 3:00 in the morning, and...

I saw this light coming
over the horizon.

And as I got closer...

I realized that it was a fire.

A prairie fire.

And I just pulled over.

And I watched.

And when the sun came up...

the Earth, everything was black.

Scorched.

And it felt like...

exactly how I felt.

It felt like the end of the world.

But then I had Pearl, and...

I learned things that
I didn't know before.

Like that sometimes, you have
to scorch everything to start over.

And after the burning, the soil is rich,

and life can grow there.

Life that is maybe even better
than what was there before.

And people are like that too.

They're resilient.

Even from...

total devastation, they start over.

And they find a way.

Bebe will find a way.

And so will Pearl.

And so will you.

Maybe it's time for you to get home.

Yeah?

I wish I lived here.

With you.

See you tomorrow?

I'll see you soon, Izzy.

Come on.

I'm sorry, are we really
not going to talk at all?

About the verdict or...
Or the press conference.

Any of it?

Bill.

Sorry, do you need something?

I, uh...

I just found out something
very disturbing today.

Pearl had an abortion.

Okay.

Well, apparently, she's been
seeing Trip behind Moody's back.

Well, at least Moody's not
the sucker paying for dinner.

What's that supposed to mean?

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O-Okay, y-yes, we met and we had dinner.

But I didn't...

I didn't say anything because it,
it wasn't worth mentioning.

What about 15 years ago?

I'm a good person, Bill.

I'm a good,
I'm a good wife and a good mother.

And everything I have
ever done or not done

is for this family.

Everything I have done
has been for this family.

So that you could have what you want.

This house, these things,
this perfect fucking picture.

What I wanted? What
about what you wanted?

You have your freedom
because I gave up mine.

I told you I didn't want
to have a fourth baby.

And when I did and I was suffering,

you didn't come home
from work any earlier.

You didn't, you didn't cancel
your golf game on Saturday.

You didn't even ask me how I was doing.

Wow.

You are amazing.

You should have had a
big career in journalism

because your spin is impeccable.

I had a career, Bill!
And then I had Isabelle.

So it's her fault? Your own daughter?

Or is it mine? Or is it Mia's?

You rented her the apartment.
You brought her into our home.

You brought her to Linda's.
That's how all of this started.

Do you not see the common
denominator there?

- Where are you going?
- I'm going for a drive.

Maybe it's about time I
got myself a pacifier too.

What?

This will come as no surprise to you,
but I'm not renewing your lease.

Oh, okay.

You're paid through the end of the month

so I expect you out by the first.

Should I tell Pearl
that we're moving out

or would you like to take
care of that as well?

Do you know, Pearl
deserves to be treated better

than how you treat her.

If she'd had the family
that she deserves,

she wouldn't be tearing mine apart.

Just let me know how you want to
get me my security deposit back.

Do you know that she could
have ruined Trip's life?

You do know your daughter
was pregnant, right?

That's just another feather
in your mothering cap.

Hmm.

You can't stand it, can you?

- What?
- That someone would choose

a different life than yours.

- I don't care how you live.
- What was it you gave up, Elena?

A love? A career?

A whole life?

Because you'd rather stand here,
disparaging my daughter,

instead of seeing the
truth about your own.

You're not to contact
my daughter anymore.

- Do not call Isabelle. Do not...
- I'm talking about Lexie.

'Cause if she'd had the
mother she deserved,

she might have had the courage to put

her own fucking name down at the clinic,

and she might not have needed

to spend the night here in my arms

when her own fucking mother was
gallivanting at my parents' house.

- I want you out by the morning.
- Okay.

Elena.

Elena, what's, what's wrong?
Are you okay?

Wha...

Elena, what happened?

Where were you?

Were you at Mia's?

What did you do?

- You know it wasn't Pearl, right?
- Stop, stop.

Stop.

His name is Joe Ryan.

And I called him.

But he didn't answer. His wife did.

She is the woman who would
have been your mother.

- Maybe a better one.
- Mom...

Pearl, please.

Let me finish.

Wright is your real last name.

Warren was my brother's name.

I had a...

fantastic brother.

But he died.

And then, my parents disowned me.

And you were my everything.

And, um...

and then we came here,
and it feels like all of that changed.

So sweetheart,
I think that I gave Bebe our money,

because I needed to prove

that keeping you with me
was the right thing to do.

Because sometimes...

I don't know. I don't...

I don't know if it was right.

I don't know that if I
had given you the choice,

that you would have chosen me.

Come here.

You're my mother.

You're always my mother.

No matter what.

We can't stay, can we?

No, Pearl. I'm sorry.

But we don't have to leave tonight.
You can say good-bye to Trip.

Don't.

I'd, um...

I'd just rather remember it how it was.

I mean, not just Trip, but-but Shaker.

So, I'll, um...

I'll pack up my room and...
And the kitchen and you can...

No, no, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Before we do any packing...

I was, um, just about to
shoot something in my studio.

Do you want to come in and see it?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Oh.

Hey, hey, hey.

Just give her time to settle.

It's over.

We don't have to worry.

Come on, come on, come on.

Go to sleep.

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Okay, where are we going?

What?

We could probably be
in New York by morning.

No.

No, I, um, I know where I want to go.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No, she's gone!

Mark!

- She's gone!
- What?

She took her. She's gone!

Who took her? What?

Oh, my God, what are you doing?

Izzy, give me that.

- Mom, Dad, somebody help!
- Stop!

- This is your fault!
- Izzy, stop!

- What's going on?
- Izzy, stop!

- What is going on?
- Trip, grab the matches.

- Oh, my God. What are you thinking?
- Stop!

- What, what?
- What are you doing?

Listen, she kicked Mia and Pearl out.

- What do you mean?
- Mia and Pearl are gone.

- What do you mean she...
- What do you mean, gone?

What is happening?

- What?
- What?

- Where did they go?
- Where is Pearl?

I don't know, what...

what are you doing?

She's fine.
She's just upset, that's all.

- Mom!
- What is the matter with you?

- Get off of me!
- You need professional help!

This infatuation with Mia, this crush.

It's not a crush!

That was April. She was my
girlfriend for a fucking year!

Mia was the one person who
actually cared about me.

I just wanted her to be my mom.
A mom who actually loved me.

A mom who is nothing like you!

Do you think I wanted
a daughter like you?

I never wanted you in the first place!

Mom!

Um...

Izzy, wait. S-Stop.

Don't go, don't go.

Please, please, please don't go.
You can't leave.

I have to, okay?

I love you.

I love you so much.

Mom, what are you doing? Mom!

What?

- What am I supposed to do?
- I want you to fix it.

- She's gone.
- Mom, go after her.

- Do something!
- Let her chase after Mia.

- They deserve each other.
- Mom, please.

You think Izzy's the fuck-up
in this family but she's not.

I am.

I used Pearl.
I stole her story to get into Yale.

I wrote her name down at the clinic.

Mom, I got pregnant.
I got the abortion, not her.

And I mean, I tried.

I really tried to tell you everything.

There's all of this pressure
to be all of these things,

to be fucking perfect, but I'm not.

- I'm not fucking perfect.
- Yes, you are!

No, I'm not!

- Fuck you!
- The gas.

Fuck you.

Lexie, Lexie. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Lexie, Lexie. Lexie, let go.

Do you want to live
in this fucking house?

Do you want to become her?

Because that's exactly
what's gonna happen.

Look at her. At who she is.

Look at what she did to Mia and Pearl.

I mean, look at us.

Maybe Izzy's the only one
who actually had it right.

- Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom.
- Leave me alone.

You have to come now.
You have to go now.

- No.
- Now, the house is on fire.

- Come on, you have to go.
- What?

Go, go Moody, go!

Mom, please. Come on.

? When I die and they lay me to rest ?

? Gonna go to the place
that's the best ?

? When I lay me down to die ?

? Going up to the spirit in the sky ?

? Going up to the spirit in the sky ?

? That's where I'm gonna go when I die ?

- ? When I die ?
- ? When I die and they lay me to rest ?

? Gonna go to the place
that's the best ?

They found evidence of an accelerant.

Guys said when they went in,
there were, uh,

little fires everywhere.

What does that mean?

Well, the fire didn't
just happen. It was set.

Where's Izzy? Is she, uh, is she around?

She doesn't have anything
to do with this, Lou.

Okay, well,
I'd just like to talk to her.

Where is she?

We don't know.

Look, she's a minor.

No other homes were damaged.

Elena.

Someone intentionally burned
down your house with you inside.

If Izzy didn't do this, then who did?

I did it.

What?

I did it.

Isabelle! Are you here?

Isabelle!

Isabelle.

Isabelle!

I thought I wanted to
be made of little girl things.

Homecoming dances, kisses on doorsteps.

Fingertips almost touching in the air.

I thought I wanted to be made
of the promises you made.

Ones that tasted like ivory.

Like strawberry.

And even like chocolate.

I thought I wanted to be
made of fairy tale endings.

Where I'd never know what was real...

or only a dream.

So I dreamt that I belonged to you,

because I knew you'd keep me
safe from big girl things.

Giant spiders...

natural disasters,

and unnatural ones too.

I've never felt as safe as I
felt in that cage with you.

But when I started to wake up...

I saw those gilded bars around us.

And I couldn't remember
how it went in the dream.

This is it?

You should go in and meet them.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Mom...

would you mind reading
something that I wrote?

Yeah, sure.

Yeah.

Was I the bird?

Or was I the cage?

Was I myself?

Or one of my mothers?

Was I safe?

Or was I suffocating?

Because the bird is in a cage.

And the cage is in a town.

And the town is made of blinding
white flour and beautiful lies.

And maybe we can't help
the things we dream of

any more than we can help
the stuff we're made of,

or maybe we can.

If we can finally see
the lies and the town

and the cage we're inside of,

we can see so many other things, too.

We can see the door.

A way out.

And we can fly away.

Izzy.

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