Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aid
being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly
of a household is never pretty, ours no exception. There were times I
stayed in my room for days on end with headphones on, if only so that I
would not have to listen to my mother cry. There were the weeks that my
father worked round-the-clock shifts, so that he wouldn't have to come
home to a house that felt too big for us.

Autor: Jodi Picoult