Annie is beside me, falling asleep in my bed. She’s heard me on the phone talking about the completion of my short film.
Annie: “I hope we win all the festivals Mommy.”
Me: “That’s so sweet of you to say.”
Annie: “Then we’ll get a lot of cash.”
Me: “No honey, we won’t get any cash.”
Annie: “Then what do you get?”
Me: “Well, you get recognition for your work, and the satisfaction of knowing that your creative expression has touched other people.”
Annie: “I’d rather have the cash.”
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