“Why did you leave your daughters?” I thought, searching for an answer that might help her. “I loved them too much and it seemed to me that love for them would keep me from becoming myself.” I realized that she was no longer laughing continuously, now she was paying attention to my every word. “You didn’t see them for three years.” I nodded yes. “And how did you feel without them?” “Good. It was as if my whole self had crumbled, and the pieces were falling freely in all directions with a sense of contentment.”
