It's always very pure, that last moment before an ugly, unsettling truth hits someone. The most stark of before-and-afters.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

Outside, the ocean was crashing, waves hitting sand, then pulling back to sea. I thought of everything being washed away, again and again. We make such messes in this life, both accidentally and on purpose. But wiping the surface clean doesn't really make anything neater. It just masks what is below. It's only when you really dig down deep, go underground, that you can see who you really are.

And like my dad always said, the first step is always the hardest.

As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.

Because you have to just go with the flow. Your life is not your own, with people coming in and out all the time. You get mellow because you have to.