A Daughter Without Her Mother

Promises Were A Lot Like Impressions. The Second One Didn't Count For Much.

Maybe Time Didn't Heal Wounds Exactly, But It Gave You A Kind Of Armor, Or A New Perspective. A Way To Remember With A Smile Instead Of A Sob.

Some Stories Don't Have Happy Endings. Even Love Stories. Maybe Especially Love Stories.

They Would Always Be A Family, But If She'd Learned Anything In The Past Few Weeks It Was That A Family Wasn't A Static Thing. There Were Always Changes Going On. Like With Continents, Sometimes The Changes Were Invisible And Underground, And Sometimes They Were Explosive And Deadly. The Trick Was To Keep Your Balance. You Couldn't Control The Direction Of Your Family Any More Than You Could Stop The Continental Shelf From Breaking Apart. All You Could Do Was Hold On For The Ride.

That Was What A Best Friend Did: Hold Up A Mirror And Show You Your Heart.