It was left to Nancy and me to pick up the pieces that my brother had become; to resurrect his shrunken spirit and pull his pale tear-stained face from beneath his pillow and give sense to a world that had given him none; he loved, yet he wasn't loved back.
Sarah WinmanAnd my father went back into the forest and chopped down a tree. The sound of the trunk fracturing and splintering and falling to earth was the sound his heart would have made, could it speak.
Sarah WinmanI was used to waiting for her. As a child I'd waited for hel all the time, but it never annoyed me because I didn't have the one thing that unfailingly stole hours from her life. 'Sorry I'm late' she used to say. 'It was my hair again. And she spoke of it as if it was an affliction like asthma or a limp or a problem heart, one that slowed her down
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It was the final chapter of his breakdown, the moment when his glass drained of everything, and its emptiness awaited only for choices to come.
Sarah WinmanI walked out and breathed fresh air. I felt the sun on my skin. The world is a different place when you are well, when you are young. The world is beautiful and safe. I said hello to the gatekeeper. He said hello back to me.
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Kuoletko sinä?" kysyin, ja äiti nauroi kuin olisin kertonut vitsin, ja se nauru merkitsi minulle enemmän kuin miljoona eitä.
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