I found a pencil and the back of an old moving box.

We marked the big house with its skylight and our new apartment with the bakery.

He added a road between them, then a tiny bicycle near the second building.

When he went to bed, I stood by the window listening to the traffic.

I had given up a grand house and a pair of luxury cars.

But for the first time in years, I could hear myself think.

PART 8