“Tell my mom I love her,” she said, seconds before jumping off the cliff. I wish I could say those were her last words, but the smart alec in the group had to ruin the moment. “Don’t you mean ‘loved’?”
“Erm, yes. Tell me mother I loved her.” And then she ran at breakneck speed, or at least as fast as she could with the gear weighing her down, and lept off the cliff. Some would call it a leap of faith, other of skill. The more practical in the world …