What do you want from me?" he asks.
What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him.
More.
Mots clés jellicoe-road melina-marchetta
Hold my hand because I might disappear.
Melina MarchettaMots clés jellicoe-road
So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?”
“It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly, knowing I don’t have to explain.
He nods. “My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it’s turning me on.
Mots clés jellicoe-road
But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.
Melina MarchettaMots clés love family grief jellicoe-road melina-marchetta
I can't wait to tell him one day," she says with a giggle. "'Hey, Chaz, guess what? We knew where your precious car was all the time.' I'd like to take a photo of his face. What do you think?"
"I reckon I'd smile really nicely in the photo," Santangelo says behind me, yanking me out of the way, "knowing that you'll be keeping it under your pillow for the rest of your life.
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A home to come back to every day of their lives.
Where they would all belong or long to be.
A place on the Jellicoe Road.
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What’s the difference between a trip and a journey?"
"Narnie, my love, when we get there, you’ll understand.
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