“Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed." If a little hill of happiness would satisfy Chris, good for him. But after all these years of striving, hoping, dreaming, longing-I wanted a mountain high! A hill wasn't enough. From this day forward, I vowed to myself, I was in control of my life. Not fate, not God, not even Chris was ever again going to tell me what to do, or dominate me in any way. From this day forward, I was my own person, to take what I would, when I would, and I would answer only to myself. I'd been kept prisoner, held captive by greed. I'd been betrayed, deceived, tied to, used, poisoned ... but all that was over now.” YearsHappinessUsedFateExpectationsPerfectionLongingGreedDefeatDefeatedDoomedDreamingBetrayedDoomVowWantsWantingGreat ExpectationsStrivingVowsCaptivePut DownsYears Of StruggleDecievedTowmorrowPoisened Book:Flowers in the Attic Source: Flowers in the Attic