The Little Liar

by Mitch Albom

When we do something today they did thousands of years ago, do you know what that makes us, Nico?” “Old?” the boy says. Everyone laughs. “Connected,” Lazarre says. “Tradition is how you know who you are.”

“Happy?” she asks. “Happy,” he says.

Deep down, all humans know that being cruel to others—torturing them, killing them—is neither good nor righteous. How can they permit it? Because they tell themselves a story. They create an alternate version of who I am, and swing it like an axe.

It was a time in human history where the world was cleaved in two, those doing nothing about the horror and those trying to stop it. A world of light and dark.