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“Everyone grows up dreaming of something different, Hugo. And that’s okay. It’s what makes life so interesting.”
“Do you ever have one of those ideas where you don’t quite know what it is yet, but you have this feeling that something will come of it? That’s what it was like talking to Ida tonight.”
“Do you ever feel like you need to shake things up? Or just step outside your life for a minute?”
she’d left them behind because it was time to go. And because she has dreams that are too big to fit back home.
“I love that every generation thinks they’ve invented it. They think they’re the first ones to fall in love and get their hearts broken, to feel loss and passion and pain. And in a way, they are. We’ve been there before, of course. But for young people, that doesn’t matter. Everything is new. Which I love, because it means everything is always beginning again. It’s hopeful, I think. At least to me.”
“That’s love,” he says. “An old woman making something for one person, and then years later, even after she’s gone, feeding all these different people on the other side of the world.”
When she pulls it out, she sees that there’s a piece of blue paper pinned to the tag, and even before she reaches for it, she knows somehow that it’s a note from her grandmother.
