Anastasia is a girl who does not fear a thing. She is Asian-American, from Detroit, but her heart and living mind will always be in California. Her dead mind will relax under the expectation of her mother and father. To marry, to bear children. Her family name becoming nonexistent to strangers, those who recently knew the Mrs., and just revived by through the collection of old school papers. "I will be a doctor," they say. "I'm a star," the jagged words read. It is not as if they mock her, ridicule her for what she has chosen to do by tradition; but she is embarrassed to realize how far she has fallen from imagination. Anatasia could have been anything. She could have freed the world of disease. Be stuck in a supermarket in Spain by losing her passport and documentations whilst there for study. Anastasia could have been anything, I tell you. But married off and pregnant, the mother and child of those who will no longer be thought of as strangers, business as usual Anastasia, won't squeak a peep.
For the lost at heart. No, really, I mean the surgeons.