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Happiness is a butterfly that lands and then just as quickly flies away.
she even knew what kind of mother she wanted to be—the kind of mother who dressed up with her kids for Halloween, the kind of mother who let the kids have hot fudge sundaes for dinner on their last day of summer vacation. She wanted to be a Scout leader. She wanted to be fun and involved and reliable, a buoy during the unpredictable currents and undertow of growing up. Just like everyone else, she wanted to be exactly like and completely different from her own parents.
“Take nothing but photographs, leave nothing but footprints.”
“Remember what we taught you to do when you get to the end of
your rope?” “Make a knot and hang on,” Ayers says.
The end of the golden days, though of course, none of them had any idea it was the end. And that, Huck supposes, is why it makes him emotional. His life was blessed and he hadn’t appreciated it like he should have.
It’s the best gift she can bestow on this child: a mother who is happy and capable and whole.
He believes that if you agree to do something you’d rather not do for someone else’s sake, then you should do it graciously, with some enthusiasm, like a good sport.
hate was not the opposite of love. Indifference was the opposite of love,
Bad things can happen, terrible things. You can lose the people you love the most; you can lose homes, cars, antiques, hand-knotted silk rugs that cost five figures; you can discover that the very life you’re living is a terrific lie. And despite this, despite all this, the sun will continue to rise. Tomorrow morning, over the bruised and broken body of St. John USVI, the sun will rise again.
