“And finally, to the town that raised me, your ghosts are always just beneath my skin.” (Natalie‘s Acknowledgements)
“And finally, to the town that raised me, your ghosts are always just beneath my skin.” (Natalie‘s Acknowledgements)
“We fight to be heard. At first, our whispers are soft and breathy, but we crescendo like crickets in the summer.
You will be okay. You are okay, we tell them. We are too. “
Very similar to how I picture Mrs. Vidal. A sentence she said stood out to me. “She is closer to us now.”
Spending the afternoon in the ER with my mom was not how I planned my day, but at least I have a book in my bag.