I dont think ignorance is a way that you gain distance on something.

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

Last night it had been my father who had finally said it: "She’s never coming home." A clear and easy piece of truth that everyone who had ever known me had accepted. But he needed to say it, and she needed to hear him say it.

There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.

Out loud I said I had two children. Silently I said three. I always felt like apologizing to her for that.

He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.

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