Like in all this time that she had been feeding me her rage and despair, depositing it into me like coins into a slot, she had never stopped to consider what might happen to all that hate. And now that she was face-to-face with it, I could almost see the dawning awareness that she had created this, and that this which she had created was now bigger than her. It was bigger than both of us, but especially my mother, because I was used to carrying it.
