The Names

by Florence Knapp

But what disturbs her more is that she must now pour the goodness of her son into its mold, hoping he’ll be strong enough to find his own shape within it.

Because sometimes their need to please previous generations is greater than their need to love future ones.

how dogs don’t need to live as long as humans, they’re simply so good at finding the joy in life. As if we are put on this earth to extract a certain amount of happiness and can leave once the job is done.

Remembering how she’s always been in the shadow of his exuberance, his ability to make things special, but how that’s been her privilege.

There’s something about that—when the quietest person, most reserved in their opinions, most reluctant to impose their thoughts on others, finally speaks; you hear. Oh. Oh, and you’re suddenly face to face with the truth.

He wants to argue because they have something worth saving.