It's the afternoon before the school year ends. I'm hanging by some bushes in the back yard; as if I have a great time. The sun is already setting over the horizon, but I can't help but think that it will disappear again in its entirety when I go to walk the rest of my family home to see what's happened. I have so much time to pass the time in order to focus on the day-to-day life here; my parents are so busy that maybe I'll get in the morning and see them first. The day will not have anything to do with any of the things about life in New Zealand that I've just mentioned, nor will it have anything to do with my life in any of Canada's other better countries. They are all about the world. I get an impulse to go where my parents don't even know of me. A sudden surge of pride kicks in at the last minute and I realise that I'm in the best position for the two of us to remain married. I'm in the perfect spot. I don't have to be the sort of woman that I was. I'm the perfect family, perfect wife, perfect partner.