I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.

the letters are mixed up. U and I should be together.

Did you ever think that maybe what you see isn't really what's true?

I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms.

Justification is a remarkable thing-takes all those solid lines and blurs them, so that honor becomes as supple as a willow, and ethics burst like soap bubbles.

Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you've changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you'd be able to look back and see me there waiting for you." I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. "You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you.

My dad used to say that living with regrets was like driving a car that only moved in reverse.