I wish I could tell the fourteen-year-old Julia that one day, she'll go to Paris. She'll lay on the beach in the French Riviera, and her soul will be cleansed by the calm waves of the Mediterranean Sea. I wish I could tell her that, yes, there are obstacles awaiting her-that'll make her feel like she's taking a walk through the depths of Hell. But that, there will always be good embedded within the bad; you just have to know where to find it. I wish...