What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

I looked down at the jelly babies in my hand and wondered why. They were a sharp contast to how I was feeling. It feels like I've lost someone very close when in reality we never saw each other. Never talked. Never called, yet somehow, we got along. Sometimes like sisters, or the best of friends. I eat one jelly baby. I laugh about how someone asked what I wanted to do when I grow up. I was about four. I raised my shaggy head of hair proudly, standing as tall as I could on my tip toes with jelly babies even then still in my head and said "I want to be just like Sarah Jane."