“I stare at the chipped, black polish on her chewed fingernails and try so hard not to cry. I was going to be there for all of it. I wanted to be.
When I look up, her eyes are teary, too. She was like that when she was little; we’re both like that. If we’re not actively trying to block out the feelings of the people around us, they seep in and hurt like our own. Or, maybe she’s having her own feelings now—maybe I’m feeling some of hers.”
―
Allison Larkin,
Home of the American Circus
