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Mitchell Johnson

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“It’s the same everywhere, she thought, they’re small and they live with you and you’re in love with them and they move away and a slightly bigger version of them moves in. Then you fall in love again, only to watch that little person leave, and yet a slightly taller, more agile version, who still fits in the toddler bed, but just barely, arrives and there you go again, head over heels. Another birthday will come and this one, too, will go, pigtails and all, and so on, until your heart could burst. You see them turn two, then three and four and you miss that tiny newborn who smelled like milk, the one-year-old who teeter-tottered, and how sweet was that two-year-old who would not let go of your hand, and do you remember running alongside her bicycle at five? Where did she go? Noor”
― Donia Bijan, The Last Days of Café Leila

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“river in northern France?” She mumbled something and slouched away. What had they taught her in nursing school? he wondered. AFTER LUNCH THE TAXI driver safely returned them home and Zod, exhausted from the outing, dozed on the couch, snoring”
― Donia Bijan, The Last Days of Café Leila

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“It turns out, I don't need to forget to move on.”
― Donia Bijan, Maman's Homesick Pie: A Persian Heart in an American Kitchen

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“People stagger, but they pick up a tattered thread and wind it back onto a spool.”
― Donia Bijan, Maman's Homesick Pie: A Persian Heart in an American Kitchen

tags: hardships-perspective, healing-the-past, persistence, survivors

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“Maybe we don’t really grow up until our parents die, she thought. Maybe her infant memory was forever looking to Zod and Pari to make things better because they always did. Because if our parents didn’t exalt us, we spend our adult lives blaming them—for not doing this, and not doing that, not being “supportive,” not making an appearance at our first recital, being overprotective or aloof, damaging our self-esteem. Yet at our best or worst, who sees everything? Who knows us best? Who waits and waits to see what we yet may be? Then one day they’re gone and it’s just you, and there’s nothing left to squeeze, no one to blame for the dismay over the course your life has taken. Once the tears have stopped, it’s just the here and now and the desire to do better, to be closer to the person you want to be. Noor”
― Donia Bijan, The Last Days of Café Leila

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