My Friends

by Fredrik Backman

fifteen, that’s the age when friendship is like joining the mafia: you can’t leave it, you know too much.

Surely taking life for granted is the whole point of being here, because what else are we doing?

Nothing weighs more than someone else’s belief in you.

Being a parent is so strange, all our children’s pain belongs to us, but so does their joy.

The world is full of miracles, but none greater than how far a young person can be carried by someone else’s belief in them.

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