She couldn't take one more day...

Helen Beatrix Potter couldn't stand one more day in London without Norman there.

Home was more her prison now...

She couldn't bear to be in the house she'd grown up in for one more moment.

Independence called out. She had to get it...

Beatrix knew she had to make her own way in the world.

A fight was all she needed, to give her a reason...

The argument over Norman with her parents had been a nasty one. She wished it hadn't happened, but her parents refused to see her side of the story.

She slammed the door with no goodbye...And knew that it was time...

As she was in her thirties, Beatrix knew it was high time that she moved out of her parents' formidible shadow.

Now she's driving too fast...She didn't care to glance behind...And through her tears she laughed...It's time to kiss the past goodbye...

Beatrix was finally getting off on her own, and she was excited and scared at the same time.

I'm finally on my own...Don't try to tell me no...

The audacity of the man at the auction, telling Mr. Healis to control her bidding. Beatrix almost couldn't believe his nerve.

There's so much more for me...Just watch what I will be...

The world already knew she was a talented writer, but she hoped and prayed that she would be accepted to the world as a land preservationalist, too.

She walked away...Couldn't say why she was leaving...She walked away...She left all she had believed in. She walked away...

Beatrix almost didn't know why she'd left home. Her home was comfortable and pressurized at the same time, she realized.

Not a day goes by...For the ones she's left behind...They're always asking why...And thoughts of her consume their mind...

Mr. and Mrs. Potter quickly realized after Beatrix had claimed her independence that it was their coldness that had driven their daughter away into the Lake District for comfort rather into their arms.

God, please let her know...The love we tried to show...We'd promise anything, if you'd just bring her home...

Beatrix and her father had a long conversation, and he knew then that she had to be independent, but that she loved them.

Tell her we love her...Tell her she's wanted...One more thing, God...Tell her please come home...Please come home...

Her mother begged God to send her daughter home, but then she realized after seeing Beatrix being so happy in the Lake District that it was where Beatrix belonged.

The choice is yours alone now...Tell me how this story ends...