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This glass object—delicate and yet still intact, somewhat like myself—was proof that I could be brave, adventurous, and do hard things on my own.
“First, there was trust. Then, there was betrayal. You cannot have one without the other. You cannot be betrayed by someone you do not trust.”
It was beginning to seem like every person, every place, carried an untold story with long-buried truths resting just beneath the surface.
Why did we go to such lengths to protect the fragile minds of children? We only robbed them of the truth—and the chance to grow numb to it before it arrived with a hard knock on the door.
How had I only just learned that happiness and fulfillment were entirely distinct things?
