Why did everything she touch break? It was almost as if she loved it all too much. Perhaps she wasn’t supposed to care about the things she could hold in her hands so much as she did the experiences. Perhaps life was just trying to teach her a lesson. Still, as she gently ran her fingers over the foundation of the stable, it was hard to not take it personally. Effort had gone into her attainments including long hours and late nights. Wasn’t this supposed to be her experience, her escape? Had she just taken too long to realize it?