“It’s all in the past,” she said, looking toward the house. “The past can be a heavy burden,” Aga said. “How do you lighten it?” Mary Rose asked, turning to Aga, her eyes shimmering with tears. “You can’t,” Aga answered firmly. “But we can become stronger, so the weight doesn’t hold us back on our journey.” “Our journey,” she mumbled to herself, the words tainted for her. “Life is a constant journey. We move from one place to another,” said Aga. “The journey is what makes a fish different than a rock, movement different from stillness, light from darkness, life from death.”
