Father took Robert’s hand and Robert pulled dad toward the door, anxious for breakfast. Father looked back at me, and said “come on Emily, time for breakfast.” I guess that he knew I was there after all. Not wanting to get in trouble for disobeying orders; I got up and walked toward the house. I couldn’t help but take one last look at the brick path, but somehow I still saw it as a yellow brick road leading to a magical place if only I could find it. I squinted, blinked, and closed my eyes trying to see the red brick path that father had built, and not the yellow brick road that I built in my mind. Just try harder, Emily, there is no yellow brick road, there never was, remember? Try to be happy and stop looking for more. With the vow clearly in mind, but the yellow brick road clearly in my heart; I followed Robert and father into the house for breakfast.