I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

One day, Liesel.' he said, 'you'll be dying to kiss me.

One wild card was yet to be played.

So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us.

Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.