We all have that choice, and most of us make it. There is cruelty to survive, to fight against, but there is gentleness more than anything, our roots deep and entangled. That is what we hold inside, what we take with us, the way we look after each other. I look at little one and I tell Duncan, “You saved mine, too.” They said I might not speak again, he writes. I smile. “There are languages without words, without voices. I’ll teach them to you.”
