... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up

But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a greater story too. One that transcends the soil, the wind, time even our own tears. Greater stories will have their way.

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.

I suppose you're right about some perspectives. Just a few weeks ago, I thought you were a dickhead.

You've always been two people. The Jenna who wants to please and the Jenna who secretly resents in. They won't break, you know. Your parents never thought you were perfect. You did.

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.