Dementia was like a truth serum.

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.

I thought I was clever enough to write as well as these people and I didn't realize that there is something called originality and your own voice.

I learned to forgive myself, and that enabled me to forgive my mother as a person.

But I was no longer sacared. I could see what was inside me. -Lindo

We all become different readers in how we respond to books, why we need them, what we take from them. We become different in the questions that arise as we read, in the answers that we find, in the degree of satisfaction or unease we feel with those answers...In the hands of a different reader, the same story can be a different story.

Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.