We want him to ice skate in Central Park, to go to the Bronx Zoo and to see a Picasso anytime he wants. We want him to go to a Bar Mitzvah and a quinceañera and eat dim sum in Chinatown. We want him to decide for himself whether he's a Mets or Yankees fan.
There's a cliché that says that you don't know what you've lost until you've lost it. I'm about to graduate high school and I'll leave the town that I've lived in for most of my life behind. For the first time, I feel sadness -- not the sense of relief I thought I'd be feeling.
I sat with my mother on my bed as the movie ended. We pretended that we weren't both heartbroken at the thought of her only daughter moving away from home and simply focused on how great I would look in my new trench coat traipsing around New York City à la Anne Hathaway.