And I fell from the pedestal
Right down the rabbit hole
Long story short, it was a bad time
Pushed from the precipice
Climbed right back up the cliff
Long story short, I survived
Now I'm all about you
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"I want to tell you," she stood up.
...
Taylor was driving the car down the familiar roads as Ellie looked out the window, taking in Camden. Her mother noticed she would do it all the time when she came home. There'd be no music playing, just Ellie taking in the smell of the wet pavement and the sights of the small shops as they drove past.
Taylor quickly smiled, taking a glance at her daughter, "You've done that since you were little."
Ellie looked back at her mother, "Done what?"
"Whenever we come home, you like to crack the window open to smell the air and look out the whole car ride," Taylor explained with a wide, loving smile.
"I just like being home, especially on Camden Thanksgivings," her daughter admitted sheepishly.
"We need to have a Thanksgiving at the Holiday House," her mother suggested.
Ellie nodded enthusiastically, "That would be so cool, but it should be a trial run. Because nothing could ever replace Camden Thanksgivings. "
"Nothing could," Taylor agreed, with a smile. "How's music going?"
Ellie laughed, "I knew you were going to ask."
"Well, what else am I supposed to ask about?" Taylor laughed as well, "Do you know who I am?"
