Maya: mama, dlaczego ty nie masz trzy ręce? (Mom, why don’t you have three arms)
Anna complaining in the car:
Everything is the same… Nothing changes… Trees are in the same place… Buildings are in the same place… Why can’t they put trees (flowers, buildings, people) somewhere else? I want Michigan to be different!
Even when I pretend I’m somewhere else, everything is still the same.