If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.

So now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.

But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.

They say it's good to let your grudges go, but I don't know, I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.

He got Alice, the way we did, or maybe even more so than us. He made her more confident, funnier, smarter. He brought out all the things that were there already and let her be fully herself, so she seemed to shine with this inner light.

It was like she was thinking, How far can I go with this? How much more can I fit in my life without losing control?

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.