Because after Jane Sampson turned 16, too many people told her, "you should be content, you should be grateful."
They were so high and mighty, like they were bestowing charity.
It seemed like everyone really forgot to ask Jane Sampson, "Are you sad? What will you do if you're unhappy?"
"Do whatever you want to do," Granny Sampson hugged Jane tightly, her heart aching, "and if all else fails, you still have me and your Grandpa Sampson to protect you. We only have one wish, that our little Jane is happy."
Jane Sampson nearly sobbed uncontrollably in Granny Sampson's arms.
"I'm sorry, I can't be the Jane you're most satisfied with," Jane gently held Granny Sampson, her voice trembling slightly, "because that's really too tiring."
"Your grandma and I hope that you're genuinely happy, not just pretending for us," Granny Sampson's warm hand gently caressed Jane's hair.
"Okay," Jane nodded forcefully and then rested her face in the elderly palm.
