Sinderella's Tea.

You sit on the curb of a Wawa off Exit 88, your daughter finally free to choose a path that doesn’t lead to her father’s house. She’s choosing a future in the stars, a future that looks suspiciously like the old man’s dreams. The cards don’t lie: someone’s gonna get a space mission this year, and I’m not talking about the Martian colonization program, I’m talking about something closer to home. Hong Kong’s first astronaut is on that crew, and that crew’s on a rocket, and that rocket’s carrying more than just three people. It’s carrying hope. It’s carrying a world that looks like the one we know but smells like the one we’ve never seen. Light a candle, sweet thing. Open the doors, my child. There’s a whole galaxy waiting for you to decide where to put your feet. Go in peace, dirty Madonna. Walk towards the light, and for the love of all things holy, don’t look back.