going home at day's end

When I was younger, I had the chance to be like any other young 'un. I was angry.

In this anger, I came up with a list of things I got to do before I could proclaim that I lived my life.

I should be able to get my license, plant a tree, love a man, bear a child, build a home, plow my land, write a book, and see Europe. Of all these, having my two beloved girls were the miracles. They even erased the anger.