“You can’t protect yourself from life, daughter of mine,” Sylvia said with a sad smile. “I would love to keep you from feeling any of the hurt that it brings, but that wouldn’t be fair. The point isn’t to get through life unscathed. It’s to throw yourself into it and experience every drop of it. Get scarred, get scared, soar high, love whenever possible.” “Jeez, Mom. Did you chug the yoga holy water today?”
