When I got up again, I'd shed the only part of me that had ever thought I'd find words for even the smallest… — Nicole Krauss

Sometimes I forget that the world is not on the same schedule as I. That everything is not dying, or that if it is dying it will return to life, what with a little sun and the usual encouragement.

The words of our childhood became strangers to us- we couldn't use them in the same way and so we chose not to use them at all. Life demanded a new language.

Even after the only person whose opinion I cared about left on a boat for America, I continued to fill pages with her name.