Perhaps it would have been easier if I said that not being able to find something is like suddenly not remembering the words to your favorite song that you knew by heart. It’s like suddenly forgetting the name of someone you know really well and see every day, or the name of a television show you watched for years. It’s something so frustrating that it plays on your mind over and over again because you know there’s an answer but no one can tell you it. It niggles and niggles at me and I can’t rest until I know the answers.

Nice is OK when it's among other things but never when it stands alone

She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.

That's the thing about lessons, you always learn them when you don't expect them or want them.

And nobody had told them that they were short on time.

This story is about people,secrets and time.About people who, not unlike parcels,hide secrets,who cover themselves with layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside.