I can see why she feels left behind. Maybe even discarded. Is that why she refuses to accept my love and return it? Afraid that love doesn't last? Doesn't really exist? Afraid if her own father can withdraw his love (or at least the manifestation of his love), that maybe she somehow isn't worthy of the emotion?
Ellen HopkinsSorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.
Ellen HopkinsI need to capture my sprite with trembling hands. Except I could crush her. Wonder how many small things of beauty - flowers, seashells, dragonflies - have met such a demise. Wonder how much fragile love has collapsed beneath the weight of confession.
Ellen HopkinsI do have friends, but they don't know me, only someone I've created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.
Ellen HopkinsWhen You Werenโt Looking The child became a woman, though she wasnโt ready to. Donโt ask how or why. Those questions are not important ones. Canโt you see you didnโt care enough to notice?
Ellen Hopkins