My war had been so long, my winter so cold. But i had made it home. And for the first time in a long time, i was not afraid.
~ Ruta Sepetys
But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.
How foolish to believe we are more powerful than the sea or the sky.
